
8 hours is a long haul for a puppy.
And for humans.
A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.

8 hours is a long haul for a puppy.
And for humans.

This cinder cone thrilled the hell out of me when I was little. I don’t know if it has a name. Doesn’t matter…it’s awesome! Also, there’s a sasquatch crossing the road. I mean, what a great shot!

On Highway 14, headed to the Eastern Sierras to see some fall color!



A couple of hours north of Los Angeles, but it looks more like something you’d see in Arizona or Utah.

…in October, at least.

…she’s focusing intently on her precious yak cheese stick.
Decided to give it a try in spite of hearing some unfavorable things about it. My guarded attitude going into it kept my expectations pretty low, which is why I ended up actually enjoying it. Aside from the glorious, creative visuals, it’s no world beater, but Hugh Jackman has a lot of energy and is, as always, enjoyable to watch (even though I don’t like his singing). The music is mediocre, but inoffensive. An accurate bio of P. T. Barnum would be pretty fantastic, as he was a very surprising/troubling mixed bag of a person. This is not that movie. But there are worse ways to kill a couple of hours. And as I said, it’s so pretty.

…with a photobomb by that thing it’s named for.

Questionable form, but still, nice ride.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
Emily Dickinson

It was a grubby-looking day, but a day by the seaside is a good day.