In Retrospect: Daniel WY


US Post Office
Daniel WY
November 10, 2012

We were on our way to Jackson Wyoming where we were to spend a week in a rented log cabin in the woods.  We were traveling on US Route 189, a little used road that begins in Utah and ends in Wyoming. Lynn was driving and we had not seen another car for about an hour when, out of nowhere, a dark SUV came up behind us and flashed its lights. Red, then blue, then red again. Lynn pulled over and I asked how fast she was going. “Over 100”, she answered.

The Highway patrol officer smiled politely at her and asked, “Do you know why I pulled you over?”

“No, Sir,” she smiled back.

He asked for her license and registration. Well, I’m sure you know the routine. It took him less than 5 minutes to write the ticket.

“You might want to slow it down in the future,” he told her.

“It’s just so beautiful out here,” she said.

“Well, why not take your time to enjoy it?”

“Yes, sir.” She looked down at the ticket. He had written it up for 91 mph. “Thank you,” she smiled.

He gave her a strange smile back.

I did not get any shots of the beautiful countryside. It’s impossible to get anything in focus when your wife is speeding down the highway at over 100 mph. But we did stop in Daniel to stretch our legs and switch drivers.

That’s when I took these shots.

Gasoline and Motor Oil
Daniel WY
November 10, 2012





Prompts and Challenges


So, I just discovered a new challenge hosted by The Girl That Dreams Awake that I couldn’t resist. It is a 52 week photo challenge. Some people may get tired of me always saying I need to cut back on posting. But the posting isn’t the problem. The problem is commenting on all the posts I follow. I keep promising I’ll get better and yet I never do. So here’s my promise. I will get better. I will. But until I do, I hope you enjoy this image that I shot last Friday, August 5th, while playing hooky from work.

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.

Cee’s Black and White Challenge: Buildings

Gallery, Prompts and Challenges

Henderson NV
February 24, 2013
20mm 1/200 sec at f 5.6 ISO 100

We were coming home from a day trip when two beaten  old cars, looking as if they had been made by hand, crossed our path. Being spontaneous, we followed. They pulled into the dirt driveway of a house in the heart of a depopulated area. There were about twenty cars all around. You could hear the loud music coming from the pool over the fence. As the guys got out of their car to attend the celebration, we asked if we could check their cars and maybe take some photos. They agreed. Next to the house was this replica of a gas station with old cars and motorbikes and signs. It was around 4 and the sun was just starting to set. The color shots that I took all looked nice and it was difficult to decide. But then I converted a shot in black and white in Lightroom and loved it. This is the shot.

Cee’s got more black and white buildings to look at- if that’s your thing. Just click here.

And thanks to Ron Mayhew for his inspiration. Check out his original technique on Ligon’s Store.