I have no interest in making this blog political but for a change of pace I’m posting some photographs I took at the Bellingham, Washington ‘Woman’s March’. Women of all ages were represented, a few that could not walk used wheelchairs and… Read More ›
The other day I was driving through Skagit County, Washington, about thirty minutes south of our home when I came upon several bald eagles, thirty to forty. It was like being in Alaska. Most were standing around in the center… Read More ›
Valentine’s Day is a good time to think about love, friends and dreams but this story actually began the day before Valentine’s Day. It was gray, wet and cold but despite that the pursuit of a nineteen year old’s… Read More ›
I didn’t see them but I could hear them. Not because they were loud and obnoxious, but because it was early, voices were few in the restaurant and our chairs were back to back. Hearing only their voices and… Read More ›
It’s Christmas Eve and I’m looking up at a pine covered hilltop draped in mist, “The Funeral” by Band of Horses is playing overhead and the hiss of milk being steamed bounces off the rustic wood and stone surfaces that surround… Read More ›
It was cold and the rain was pounding, not the gentle faucet drip we usually get in NW Washington but the “you better keep your eyes on the road and slow down” type. Despite the rain, my eyes drifted to… Read More ›
At dawn I stole a kiss as the bus idled and diesel fumes crowded out the crisp NW air. Sue disappeared behind the idling beast but I could hear her pleasant greeting to the driver. In a few hours she… Read More ›
The ten photos you see here are faces I have collected over the past two summers. The toad is a resident of Virginia and the bison lives in Wyoming, but ambles along as if he got his drivers license in England…. Read More ›
Today I was strolling around historic Fairhaven as the end of the workday approached. Floors were being swept, chairs stacked and young clerks with evening plans stared at wall clocks with pleading eyes. But the position of the minute hand was just… Read More ›
“A Dog’s Tale“, Mark Twains’ short story of living an honorable life as seen through the eyes of a dog always blurs my vision. The misunderstood deed of the self-sacrificing family dog results in a caning by its master and… Read More ›
