the dusty roads of Iowa
A pile of leaves has met it's end among the muck and mud of Mother earth. I cradle them in...
a day in the life
Duck Hunting
One may only remember the touchdown that turned out to be "not a touchdown", as U of U player C....
Tedeschi Trucks with a little GCJ
It was already a chilly evening as I made my way up Griffith Park to The Greek. Although LA's temps...
haunted thoughts and creepy cornfields
The feeling couldn't be shaken, someone was watching. Hidden between the clouds hanging on the blue Midwestern sky and the...
along the Targhee
The light from the morning sunrise was only beginning as I leave Jackson Hole to drive home. The whiskers on...
Haystack harmonica
Long dirt roads, seemingly never ending in the heartland of America, are my traveling companion on a lazy weekend afternoon....
The McKenzie
Deep into the wooded forests of Central Oregon is a trail that will put you in the midst of the...
a peaceful evening in an unsuspecting place.
My time in Rochester was short but certainly memorable. My last evening found me sitting on the still Genesse river...
Come pick me up
There certainly was something in Iowa's water tonight. Perhaps it was the concrete Death Star auditorium. Perhaps it was the...
Moose in the morning
6am seems to come earlier and earlier for me as the years pass by. Yet 6am it was as I...
Autumn leaves fall to the hunt
The bright autumnal leaves float with reckless abandon as the car drives along the dusty road. Nothing but pumpkin patches...
Watkins Glen in the Fall
My first attempt to hike Watkins Glen was in March of this year. The snow and ice prevented me from...