Oversize Color Load

Oversize Load

Oversize Load

Our plan was to stop at Zion on our way up to Lehi Utah and hike Angel’s Landing. But it was windy, rainy, and the sound of thunder echoed down the canyon walls. So we improvised and stretched our 5 hour drive to well over 12 hours by taking numerous exits off the I 15 and exploring. The above was one of the first places we found in Parowan UT, just north of Zion and Brian Head. What attracted me to this scene were the colors. Lynn no longer thinks I’m nuts but reserves her opinion until she sees the finished product.

She likes it! I hope you do, too. And please take a look at the black and white version on Monochromia.


Cee’s Share Your World Week – 2016 Week 21

Prompts and Challenges
Beaver Dam Lodge Beaver Dam AZ

Beaver Dam Lodge
Beaver Dam AZ

(I wrote this on Monday, May 23, but forgot to post it. So here it is a bit late. Please check out Cee’s blog for more “Share Your World”)

What is your favorite go to beverage?  Water, coffee, tea, coke, soda (non-alcoholic)

Non-alcoholic would be coffee, though I only drink it in the morning, usually iced. Even in winter. With a bit of half and half. I go through the trouble of cold brewing it so there is very little bitterness. Lynn does not understand my morning ritual as she is not a coffee drinker. During the day it’s water. Very little soda and no wine until after 5 when I am home.

Can you change a car tire? I can whenever Lynn allows me to. I think she feels she has something to prove.

Are you a listener or talker? I’m married. I think you can figure out my role yourself!

Would you rather have no internet or no cell phone? I hate the phone. My work keeps me glued to it most of the day. I irritate people by not calling them back. I was told I am passive-aggressive that way. No internet would bother me only because of my photography blog. I would not miss the phone at all. If I was without the internet I would read a lot more!

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? I am thankful every day to have found a partner like Lynn. Sure we have arguments from time to time. Who doesn’t? But last week she almost admitted it was her fault.( I think I said I was sorry to soon. Should have held out a half hour longer!) This weekend we are going to Lehi Utah to see family and friends. Leaving Thursday and stopping at Zion on the way up to hike Angel’s Landing.

Canada Gas in Color


DSCF5319-HDRSo, in advance of our imminent emigration to Canada, (because, as any of you who know me also know I do not like Mr. Trump nor Mrs. Clinton) we are on the road to investigate our new home country. Cordially invited by Sue and Dave Slaght of Travel Tales Of Life, (though I am sure they were only half serious and we did not confirm our actual arrival date) they will probably be in another country swinging off grapevines or whatever (read about some of the places they have been and some of the things they have done on their blog, as linked above). One bright, cold morning just before the sun rose over Mount Assiniboine we stopped just north of the American border to fill our gas tank. Imagine our surprise to discover that there was actually a market for Indian jewelry in Canada. And that it was wholesale to the public- begging the question who, then pays retail? And why are indians in Canada called Indians and not the more politically correct Native Canadians?

OK, some may call all the above an outright lie, but I do not lie. Prevaricate, maybe. But only a little. As you can see, there was a gas station, it was dawn, and the sign says wholesale to the public for “Indian Jewelry”. There is a mount in Canada called Assiniboine but it is nowhere near the American Canadian border. And Sue and Dave did offer their house to us but only until we found permanent lodgings of our own. What I failed to tell them is that Lynn hates the cold so I doubt we’ll really be moving to Canada. And the gas station? That was in Kingman Arizona.

Oh, and Sue, Dave, or any Canadian history buff; who the hell named a mountain Assiniboine? That’s a really asinine name!

For a more serious study of this image, in black and white, please visit Monochromia.

Cardinal Guzman’s Changing Seasons – May

Prompts and Challenges

May at Calico Basin

This is the fifth month of Cardinal Guzman’s The Changing Seasons. If you click on that link, you can get all the rules. In short, I am taking one photo a month in an area near Red Rock Canyon in Las Vegas called Calico Basin. Supposedly, you will then see the changing seasons. But, as I have explained each month, this is Las Vegas. Pretty much a desert, except for the neon lights. So winter looks like summer which looks like spring that looks like fall. The above image, shot in early May, on my way home from work one night, could be considered my late spring shot. The outside temperature at 4:30 in the afternoon was 94 degrees. Summer, winter, and fall won’t look much different. I can hardly wait for Christmas.

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The Underground

Goldfield NV

Goldfield NV

Yeah, I know what you were thinking. You were hoping, maybe, this post would have something to say about the upcoming presidential election and how an underground railroad to Canada has been initiated. Or an underground movement to get Jon Stewart elected President has been formed. Actually, I believe there really is an underground railroad to Canada, but it’s very much above ground. You can even take a plane- one that flies very high above ground- if you can’t stand to be the laughing stock of the world a second longer. And there really is a movement to elect Jon Stewart President afoot. But, alas, this is to be a very tame and apolitical post about the London Underground tube canopies (I don’t know what else to call them) that we found in Goldfield NV a few months ago. That’s my post. This photo. And if anyone can add anything to this most interesting incongruous placement of London Underground tube canopies in Goldfield Nevada, please just jump right in.

What Doesn’t Kill You

Prompts and Challenges

Delicate Arch

OK, everyone. So, my wife is trying to kill me. (What a great teaser for a movie!) So, I guess I owe you an explanation. Rather than bore you, I’ll get to the juicy details. No guarantee that the juicy details won’t bore you either, but I’ll try to be concise.

We were at Arches National Park, a place we had visited about 6 years ago. This time Lynn insisted we hike up to Delicate Arch. Let me quote the park’s website:

Delicate Arch

Starting Point: Wolfe Ranch parking area

Parking may be limited.

Length: 3 miles (4.8 km) round trip

Time: 2 to 3 hours

Elevation change: 480 feet (146 meters)

Take at least 1 quart (1 liter) of water per person! There is no shade. Open slickrock with some exposure to heights. The first half-mile is a wide, well-defined trail. Upon reaching the slickrock, follow the rock cairns. The trail climbs gradually and levels out toward the top of this rock face. Just before you get to Delicate Arch, the trail goes along a rock ledge for about 200 yards.

Lynn had been bugging me for several months that she wanted us to hike to the arch but I was always hesitant. After a year of poor health I have been trying to get back into shape at the local gym with a personal trainer. His training has not yet taken hold and I am still way too far out of shape. But Lynn insisted we could do anything if we just took it slowly and rested when we had to.

We started out easily enough, the trail being flat and well maintained for the first, oh, ten feet or so. Then it turned to gravel and rocks and sparse vegetation. That’s when I took my first rest. Lynn was a few steps ahead and didn’t realize I had stopped. It continued on this way for the first half mile or so along winding trails with loose gravel underfoot. Then a scramble over rocks and boulders to what is called slickrock which is, of course, slick. By this time I was wheezing and Lynn feared I was suffering a heart attack. But, to make a long story short (too late?) we made it to the top after I saw a young mother carrying her baby in a pouch against her stomach and the young father holding his two year old son by the hand. I looked at the kid and said, well, if he can do it, so can I!

And so we did.

Afterwards, Lynn said “I wanted to take you here and show you how beautiful it was. And you didn’t think you could do it. Aren’t you proud of yourself?”

My breath was whistling through my teeth as I answered in short bursts. “”I’ll feel. Better. After I. Throw up!”

Later, on the way back to our hotel, Lynn asked, “Haven’t you ever wanted to take me somewhere to show me something?”

“Yes,” I answered.


I hesitated for a moment. “”The bedroom.”

She laughed. “You already have. And there was nothing to see.”

I tell you, my wife kills me.

Killing Me Softly


Barn and shackMy wife is trying to kill me! I swear it’s true. I’ll explain later in the week- probably Wednesday or Thursday because we have been away for 4 days and there’s a lot I have to catch up with at work.

This is one of the first photos I took on our trip. We were driving from North Las Vegas, where we live, to Capitol Reef State Park in Utah to meet up with one of Lynn’s sisters and brother-in-law. I have no idea where we were, what town we were near. Somewhere in Southern Utah. I’ll ask Lynn. Maybe she remembers.

This is a JPEG edited in HDR Efex Pro 2 with the Nik collection.

Oh, and for all you mothers out there,


Hope it was good for you.