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What’s going on in my life
I’ve been trying to photograph a pair of Gila Woodpeckers and a Thrasher, but they’re skittish. Whenever I reach for the camera, they see the motion — I’m on the other side of a window and only a few feet away — and fly away. Turns out the female Gila Woodpecker is a little less […]
Spent the morning over at my friend Ed’s garage, helping another friend, Angie, put new cables and a brake line on her Sportster. Ed has an awesome motorcycle garage and probably every motorcycle tool known to man, including a really slick table lift – what a pleasure it is to work on a bike when […]
My God, we started our Saturday morning bike ride at 6:30 and were toast by 8:00, with a few miles still to go. But we gutted it out to the end, then sat outdoors . . . albeit under patio umbrellas . . . at our local coffee shop. My one concession to the heat was drinking […]
Our Saturday morning bicycle ride gets earlier and earlier. In the winter we started at 9:00 AM. Today we started at 7:00 AM, but it was already 95 degrees by the time we finished, so next week we’re starting at 6:30 AM. I suppose by the time daily highs reach 110-115 degrees, we’ll be meeting […]
I saw a bird that shouldn’t be here. This was about a month ago, while Donna and I were hiking in a Tucson park. Back behind the soccer fields, where it was mostly dirt and cactus, there was this beach bird, something like a plover. “That bird is sure lost,” I thought. As Donna and I got […]
I can honestly say Dad’s funeral was a celebration of his life. Not a dry eye in the house, but a celebration nevertheless. He accomplished a lot in his four score and two. He influenced a wide circle of people. He had a large and loving family. He had multitudes of friends. He made a […]
My father had been ill since last November and yesterday he died, at home with wife and family by his side. I’m flying back tomorrow for the funeral. The path between Tucson and Cape Girardeau has, over the past few months, become a familiar one. Donna and I are happy we (and both our children) were […]
I promised my sisters I’d post new photos of Schatzi, so here she is, five minutes ago: And again, three minutes ago, demonstrating a dachshund survival technique, the ability to blend in with its background: She sleeps. She wakes. It’s a dog’s life.