Travel

Preflight Flying is one activity that I absolutely love to the core of my soul.  When I am flying, it’s as if I already know what to do without any thought.  “A natural” my flight instructor said.   I was able to hold minimum controlled airspeed with the stall warning...

The rituals of our lives at Christmas are composed of places, events, family, and friends.   This fact can often add a sad aspect during the holiday season because we miss the people and circumstances of our past.  That is to say, we remember the lost habits of our...

I walked into the house and was immediately asked “have any luck?”   “Yes,” I replied.   “I spotted two cows and avoided them both.”  Landscape photography is a dangerous profession, thanks in large part to the need to cross cow pastures to find the right...

My mother is a Hillbilly. It's true. She was born in the wild Appalachian Mountains of Northern Kentucky and lived in a hollow that only received an average of two hours of sunlight each day. Her family of 10 siblings lived in a house built by the hands of my...

The bridge over the Llano River on Texas County Road 103 is humble. It’s built of concrete and rebar on top of natural granite rocks in the river bottom.

Jackson, Wyoming is a very pretty town.  It's also very crowded in the middle of June with people.   In fact I think the population of Jackson is larger than any other town in Wyoming during peak trap season.  I think I misplaced my mojo in the middle of town with all...

in the late afternoon, I drove along an old road going to Lake Owyhee. Along the way, in a valley in the high range, I stopped and parked at a farm and cattle ranch. Before me were fields still green under the snow, and behind me were a few dozen head of beef. If you...

I went on a short camping trip with my father last week in the Texas Hill Country.   Many of the pictures that I came back with contained reflections of nature in water.   My plan was to catch a grand picture encompassing the raw beauty from a hilltop vista, looking...

  Yesterday I had a "feeling" about visiting the San Antonio River Walk.   Don't ask me why.  I just did.  I'm psychic.  Well, some might call it psychic.   I might call it "in-tune" with a small inner-voice, a prompting if you will.  We’re all endowed with this...

Admit it. The World Series is like an annual Church Conference. That's why it's called the Church of Baseball General Conference. Here I am watching the 2nd game of the World Series in the 8th inning and the bases are loaded. Everybody in Detroit is praying. Everybody...