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!

Sasha and the Pink Pig:

Sasha and friend.


As a photographer it’s a pivotal moment when you know that your subject is relaxed and comfortable with their surroundings, that they almost forget they are being photographed.

That precise second where they are truly themselves is magical and can not be duplicated. For some subjects it is the tunes of their choice; music in the background or a classic Sauvignon…for others, a stuffed pink pig.

Easter Portraits and Control:

Shooting with the Lensbaby is somewhat a “leap-of-faith” at the very least you have to be able to just set your need to control every aspect of photography on the shelf.

The magic of creating an image for you is exactly that…fun it goes back to the beauty of watching a print come to life in a shallow tray of Dektol and then making refinements under the enlarger, never really knowing exactly how it is going to come out until you move it from the bath to the fixer.

The Lensbaby composer can offer some extremely sharp portraits or those that have such shallow depth-of-field that it makes the viewer uneasy.

Whether you’re photographing the children or the family pets over the Easter Holiday take the time to play and create without restrictions.  Resist the temptation to reach for the “control” you’ve place on the back shelf…at least for the day.

A Bird on the Head is Worth?

Sharon Dale, Curator of the Turtle Bay Animal Program watch as a young Lorikeet finds a landing spot after being released in their new habitat.

Parents and children from Buckeye School of the Arts were on hand to watch the release of Lorikeets at Turtle Bay.

Lorikeet getting acclimated to his new home at Turtle Bay.

Phase one of releasing two groups of Lorikeets into their new home at Turtle Bay was accomplished Thursday morning.  The thirteen medium-sized; rainbow-colored parrots will be joined by the second group of fourteen in a week after acclimation to their newly renovated habitat.  The Lorikeets are raised in captivity and come from two certified breeders in Florida and Texas. Visitors to Turtle Bay will be able to walk through the new exhibit starting April 16th.  The official opening will be in May after all the birds have had time to settle in to their new home. Lorikeets are known for their bottlebrush-tipped tongues used to feed on nectar and soft fruits.