Going against the grain
My cat Foxy is small, but fiercely independent. She knows what she likes when she likes it. For this afternoon nap, she chose to sleep crossways...
Read moreMy cat Foxy is small, but fiercely independent. She knows what she likes when she likes it. For this afternoon nap, she chose to sleep crossways...
Read moreHow long has it been since you’ve had a friend wind you up in a swing and then let go and you spin so fast that suddenly you are staying in...
Read moreMy cat Foxy has a corkscrew for a spine. I tried to figure out why she was doing this maneuver and finally concluded she chose this position...
Read moreOne of the fun things of being a photographer is that you get to go out in the elements when saner folks are at home, staying warm and dry on a...
Read moreAs an aficionado of texture, when I came upon this old shack, I was in seventh heaven. Consider that great rusty barrel, the rain-stained wood...
Read moreI was attracted to this spot by a smell that took me back to childhood, the wonderful aroma of grape Kool-Aid. This is a Texas Mountain Laurel, or...
Read moreWhen I was poking about in Jerome’s suburbs one day, I came across this old shack. The roof was still intact, although patched with tin. The...
Read moreOne of the true joys of photography is that it refreshes the mind’s eye with things half-remembered, yet totally true. This picture of an...
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