Sunday, June 10, 2018

Win Win

Outskirts of a block party on a June Saturday in Grand Marais, MN. Folks were dealing with the triple whammy of rain, wind, and chilly temperatures.

Saturday, June 9, 2018


What appears to be the site of a former flea market or some similar thing that everyone just walked away from and no one has disturbed since, because, you know...THE MONSTER. One of many intriguing sites along Route 30 between Chambersburg and Gettysburg.

Sunday, June 3, 2018


Route 30 in Pennsylvania, somewhere between Chambersburg and Gettysburg.

Sunday, May 13, 2018

Sunday, April 22, 2018

Last stand

Last stand for the ice and snow for at least a few months (I hope). We've had our share of harsh weather this April; I'm looking forward to some long days of sunshine and warmer temperatures.

Monday, January 1, 2018

Final Approach

It wasn't a long walk to my grandparents' house--maybe 15 minutes in the worst of conditions. A dirt lane filled with sand, gravel, rocks of various sizes, and truckloads of rubber horseshoes, which fit perfectly into a young boy's hand and were excellent for throwing at rusted tin cans. Rain would carve channels into the lane, making the trip treacherous for a nice car, especially if you were a fastidious sort of fellow (hi, Dad). However, for my grandfather's old beat-up blue Rambler, rough terrain wasn’t a big deal: just try to avoid ripping anything off the undercarriage and who cared if a rock chipped a bit more paint.

The lane consisted of an initial steep decline for a few hundred yards, then flattened out for about twice that distance. Next was a sweeping right curve, then a slight rise where the trees closed in on both sides (where this photo was taken). Then a gentle bend to the left and a quick drop before the final flat run to the house. It was a thrilling bike ride, especially when two of my older cousins would set up wooden ramps at the bottom of the hill that's just out of sight here. Soaring through the air on a single-speeder with a banana seat wasn't the issue--landing was. I still have scars that testify to that.