The Itinerary. The Arrangements. The Payments. The Luggage. The Endoscopy. True, the latter was not part of the initial pretty picture of the Big15Trip, but dudu occurs, yes? The endoscopy...
My first Bosque coyote. My life as a serious wild life photographer has begun. Walking briskly along, camera in pocket. Only good health and exercise in mind. And along comes a...
Granddaughters are the Best. (Well, Grandsons too but I only have one and he’s in California.) Eleven days between today and The Trip. Between Last Sunday and That Sunday (August 2nd)...
Two weeks to get in shape for The Journey. I may have set six month, three month, one month deadlines for launching a plan to become super-healthy before I travel. Okay,...
The small northern Minnesota farm on which I grew up has passed from Swan and Ovidia Neset to me to my sons. It is a very special place. Hope Scott and...
Ducks. Another shootout, this time a military base. God bless america. Hearts are broken. Yeah, right. If hearts were broken guns would be less available. Hear the clink of coin…not heart…coin....
Saturday. Sometimes the trip coming up just scares me. Not places or people or missed connections or expense or cold or heat. It is all about me and my vulnerabilities. This...
In 1989, in a bit of a huff over what I perceived as betrayal and shortsightedness on behalf of the City of Albuquerque, I quit my nice job, withdrew my 10-years...
Night rains makes every sight more vivid, sound carry farther and even the bosque rabbit comes out.
I always think part of my reason for needing to GO PLACES is my (humankind’s) existential search for water/moisture/rain/lakes/oceans/streams. This summer it seems to be raining in Albuquerque so why leave? But there...