Mark Twain

To my wonderful friends on both the east and west coast and my  family who have given me support in my quest.  Thank you from the heart, may 2011 not leave rain water in your plastic shoes?

The teachings of Scrappy:

Like many Christmas mornings, this one offered the annual reflective thoughts of the past year that included should have; could have and would have moments along with a review of both personal and professional turns I may have been offered during 2010.  We’ll let’s make that more personal than professional?

As I was making my waddle back in time I was watching how Scrappy a wire-haired dachshund was enjoying tearing into his new best friend’s holiday gift wrapping. Now Scrappy is a foster child of a few months and like some foster children who have not benefited from a household of love, nurturing and sustainable care, he came to the home with a set of small challenges.

Scrappy’s first hurdle is his name which has been through various variations ending in “y” or “ie” which includes Scabby which we can all agree that life is hard enough when your living three inches off the ground; belly in the wet grass and have the turning radius of a small boat.

Scrappy Christmas 2010

I found it somewhat interesting that “foster” actually is connected to the word “forester” to promote growth, which to know that was my dream job, and I left forestry class for journalism in high school finding it too challenging. There is one of those “have” moments we were talking about earlier.

Now the mystic-beauty of foster animals is that although they carry both the mental and physical scars of their past they only live  in the present and have deep belief and trust in the future.

Scrappy now lives for the warmth of a friends hand; playing with a buddy in the backyard and the occasional between-meal snack that might find there way to the kitchen floor.

Foster animals are the students who soon become the teachers of just how to encourage, promote, share and sustain love.  Looking forward to the New Year maybe that is our “will have” moment.

Igo-Ono: A Cowboy Christmas

Old Barn Ono, CA 2010


Old Yesterday hain’t no more use
Than rubber boots be to a goose;
So saddle up and ride away
From that there worthless Yesterday.
Hook your spurs in the Bronk o’ Hope,
And hit a high and swingin’ lope
Across the Range-o’-things-that are,
And leave that Old Past so blamed far
Behind that you can’t even view
It thro’ a glass, if you want to.
Your failures – shucks! ferget ’em all,
Don’t let ’em know you hear ’em call;
Look up and see the rainbow smile.
To-day’s the only time worth while.

-Robert V. Carr, Cowboy Lyrics 1912-

Igo, CA 2010

Walk Along Brandy Creek:

The dirt is soft and I can only hear the crinkle of the dry pine needles and small branches that cover the drive.  I back in as I have for the past thirty years as close to the same spot as memory makes it possible.

The sky is gray; the air ice cold from clouds on the verge of producing rain.  Nearing the creek the emerald green moss is thick on the trees and covers the ground like a warm down comforter.  The pounding Brandy Creek water against the granite boulders reminds me that it’s still December.

Frost covers autumn leaves like white lace giving them a second opportunity for nature’s beauty.

The frozen creek bank offers comfort during an uncomfortable time. The images are the same, but yet different, always changing. Sometime it’s best to use the words of those who know there meaning better than I.

“There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.”

 -Albert Einstein-

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“Creating a new theory is not like destroying an old barn and erecting a skyscraper in its place. It is rather like climbing a mountain, gaining new and wider views, discovering unexpected connections between our starting points and its rich environment. But the point from which we started out still exists and can be seen, although it appears smaller and forms a tiny part of our broad view gained by the mastery of the obstacles on our adventurous way up.”

 -Albert Einstein-

Redemption on the Road!

This was the image that got away many years ago and like most things in life you get a second chance.

I would make the drive through the Mojave Desert many times while visiting my mother as she entered her final days and photography has always been my way of coping with difficult situations as a diversion.

At the time I focused on the old structures in Boron and those found along the freeway.

For some reason I loved this café sign that sits north of the Edwards AFB off ramp.

As you walk through the sage you can see the broken foundation and cracked blacktop where the driveway once could be found.

Many years ago I had filled my Leica M-6 viewfinder with the same image and nothing seemed to work; the meter? Everything was disjointed…turns out that I had never taken off the lens cap.  It happens to all of us at some point.

Here is to second chances, missed opportunities and respect for history.