A failed attempt to release TRINITY:

A tin of "Trinity"

I believe it is best just to teeter off the line taking the step forward into the light of full responsibility for the actions I was about to take…but no way, I was road weary and just completed an almost coast to coast I-80, six-day and five night, excursion from Redding,CA to Hopewell Junction, NY.

I have not viewed the majority of my possessions for two years as they lay packed in black and yellow multi-gallon plastic containers stacked almost ceiling high of my borrowed bedroom.

Over the years and particularly in the past two years Anne and I have come to place little value on stuff.  Things we have acquired over 35 years of marriage have taken on a lower level of importance than family, health and steady employment.

Having said this I was very excited to see my old buddy, and writing companion right where I left it leaning against the dinning room wall.

When I purchased the pine roll-top desk thirty-five years ago, soon after our marriage, it was considered an official antique.  Well over 100 years-old and paperwork that said it was from the CherryValley some where in Idaho.  At this point in time it could have been the Idaho Valley somewhere near a town called Cherry Valley as I have long since lost the little tag tied tightly to the drawer by a dirty white piece of knitting yarn.

This really has less to do with the desk which over the years has been much like a time capsule holding a treasure of worthless nick knacks throughout the box shelves, drawers and storage areas. Most of which I found recognizable to me on my return after nine months on the other coast.

Photographers are notorious for loving containers, bags and just about anything you can shove stuff into.  Many have gone on to make quit a nice living by providing their colleagues with just such gear.  It’s really like giving a kitten a cardboard box; they can find countless hours to amuse themselves and eventually find a way to hurt themselves.

I can’t tell you how I squealed with inner delight after having seen a small deep blue and purple tin etched with a red trim with purple pansies painted on the lid having no memory of this little treasure sitting on the desk main shelf; hard candy maybe?

Grabbing it tightly it was dense with a bit of weight to it.  I pulled with herculean strength using my big mitts I started to break a sweat.  I used my short finger nails digging as deep as I could where the lid meets that can.

Hmmmm, was the only response I could muster as I felt the scotch tape that tightly held the lid on two sides; this has to be good as I scraped at the edge of the tape.

Ohh shit, it can’t be. It was all coming back.  The tag on the bottom of the can sure helped with a memory update.

This was CR #15, my best little buddy, Trinity.  The cremated remains of our much-loved family cat by the Balmoral Pet Cemetery in Gaylordsville,CT.

The poor thing was seconds from being released from his container coating every surface of the desk and dinning area giving a whole new name to cleaning up after the cat….I curse you hard candy!

California, Nevada, Utah, Wyoming the Sturgis Way:

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The morning started with a beautiful sunrise over the Bonneville Salt Flats then it was on through Utah intoWyoming.

The first two days have been filled with hundreds and hundreds of bikers heading to the

the 71st Sturgis Motorcycle Rally.  Some pretty awesome motorcycles turning the I-80 into a showroom.

The bags are packed: Thoughts before heading east…again.

As we prepare for yet another cross-country trip returning to the east coast, I can’t help but think of how resilient we as Americans have become given our economic environment.  As challenging as unemployment can be, it also offers avenues to put you into situations creating new friends and reconnecting on a different level with former friends and colleagues.

As a newsroom manager I saw my staff cut by over half in workforce reductions through 2008-2010; very talented individuals who have worked hard to rebound and build something they can call their own creating their own businesses or taking a new career path..

Folks like Sandro and Jessica Picasso who built an increasingly popular on-line gaming business PICASSO GAMES ETC. good people who found a needed niche and built something from an idea. Also, check out their blog for updates. Sandro’s brother Carlo Picasso who is an accomplished Martial Arts instructor and also a regional distributor for Pella Windows in the Palm Springs area.

Talented visual journalist, Rodrigo Pena, Silvia Flores, Carrie Rosema, Paul Alvarez, Amanda Lucidon, David Shea, Caitlin Kelly, Greg Vojtko and Eric Kim.

Adam Wright who produces HAULER MAGAZINE and shoots amazing portraits of skateboarders to the finest motorcycle and hot rod builders in the country.

I still find it unbelievable that there are those who don’t understand just how deep unemployment in our country cuts to the bone.  There are those who believe that today’s unemployed are lazy and living the good life off their government checks…you’re sadly uninformed and the line between those who have a paycheck and those who pray they had one becomes increasingly thinner.

 It is less out of frustration, but more out of pride in my friends, family and former colleagues who have risen above the adversity creating a new path in their lives; sharing resources and keeping the spirit alive that gives hope for the future.

Photography and Martial Arts:

Ying Yang, style vs technique or all one?

One needs to understand the distinction between style and a technique. 

Style is a distinctive feature of artistic expression or execution of an image. 

Technique however is the fundamentals of how that expression is derived.

 A technique may help form a person’s style but it is only one component.

 It is only through trying limitless techniques that a photographer, if he or

 she is fortunate, they will develop a style seen in their work.

AT FOVEA: Children of the Cheyenne River photographs by Emily Schiffer


Schiffer’s subjects are her students– young residents from six to 20 years old—of the Cheyenne River Reservation in ruralSouth Dakota. This exhibit is comprised of medium format black & white photographs of the children, as well as photographs and text from her students.