Driving up and yonder into the Mendocino mountains with my brother Zane. For several days I have been down and out with a nasty cold, not fun at all since I am home for a…

  I made wreaths for the three most likely to win, or in the running. I told them, "While I am taking photos of you with my camera, you girls take some on my cell phone." These photos are theirs:…

  Sacha shared his long beard growth for prostate cancer awareness month. He sent me a snap. At first I didn't know what was going on or why he was growing his beard so long… all I could think of…

    The roadside in northern California is lined with a variety of harvest colored trees, grass and weeds. I rather refer to the "weeds" by name, but since I do not know the names most of the plants growing…

  Stories roll out thicker than any bail of hay, it is the way my brothers talk. They are story tellers. They are funny story tellers. Recalling days gone by with gusto, in utter detail and as time passes by…

      Gathering old things was a way of life for my mother. It didn't matter where; barn, shop, dump, side of the road, a friend's yard sale, a hand me down… If the color, or texture, shape or…