Out and about with Brownie and Diana
…the cameras, that is. I took them both to the local St. Patrick’s Day Parade which is billed as the
…the cameras, that is. I took them both to the local St. Patrick’s Day Parade which is billed as the
How many of these panoramas do I have now? A bunch, for sure. Whenever I am up on Sugarloaf Mountain
= constant construction…and a constant vomiting of morning traffic into Boulder from Denver and its suburbs, with everyone trooping back
At Windy Point, Mt. Lemmon Highway, elevation about 7,000′ MSL. Self-portrait involving a 100-meter sprint.
Galen Rowell (1940-2002) has always been an inspiration to me–as much for his climbing endeavors as for his wilderness photography. It
Lá Fhéile Padraig, that is. Thirty-seven years ago tonight, I was mopping up green beer vomit in the men’s room
This is an interesting public art and environmental project part of which you’ll see expressed on walls and buildings throughout the
Working on a still life of an orange found in a dry canal…
Which would you choose? Door Number 1? Door Number 2? Or, Door Number 3? And where, exactly might Carol Merrill
These little aerial machines–or drones, as some call them–are becoming super-duper popular. Both my brothers have them. They are preparing,