Here’s another from the lost 2012 camera card. I'm still on US 322 in PA and with the horses across the road from my childhood homestead. This poor old girl immediately reminded me of the folk song “The Old Gray Mare”. The lonely and curious look on her face and in her sad eyes brings tears for me. I wonder now, eight years later, if she's ( Read more... )

I was looking through the archives and found this picture and for the life of me I can't remember where it was taken or who might have been the owner of these two miniature horses. I'm thinking it was in September of 2012 or 2013, and that my sister might know the answer.


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Winter was always my favorite season as a kid and growing up, but I haven’t lived in the snow and cold for over 40 years now. One day many years ago, when I was thinking of those times, I wrote a few descriptive words about it ( Read more... )

Last night I was going through some old pictures and I came across this one from 2012....my last trip to PA. Mary Lou, Dave and I were on a little road trip for the day. We were on our way to Falls Creek (where our dad was born), but we made stops in the woods looking at hunting shanties (Dave was our tour guide for this), then up to elk country ( Read more... )

I've been saying every day for almost a month now that I'm going to clean off my studio work bench of all the glass from the making of the Christmas ornaments. Unfortunately, there were excuses every day or more fun things to do. Finally today I got a real good start on it and I'll finish it up tomorrow. Now I feel I can move forward with some ( Read more... )

Not much to say about this one.
I was fascinated by these poke berries when I was in PA and took pictures of them whenever I would see some. Here they weren’t ripe yet.

“Poke Berry Fly” . . .


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Maybe you’ll relate, maybe you won’t, either way it’s okay ( Read more... )

Subtitle: on the hunt - 250

"Walking down Ghost Road . . ."


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Conjuring up some images of coolness . . .

I got up one icy morning last year in October and walked some of the property I’d walked a thousand miles on as a kid. Stepping out the back door of the old homestead, I saw a hundred pines everywhere I looked. “That’s my Dad,” I said to myself ( Read more... )

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It is coming up soon to the one year anniversary date of my mom’s passing, September 10, 2012. For the last week or so, I’ve been going through some of the pictures I took when I was back home in PA last year and thought I’d post some for the next several of my “on the hunt” pictures ( Read more... )