

Michigan
The “Fall Color Tour” across Michigan has been less than successful in my book.
Today, as I think on how and why and also the parameters under which one typically must attempt photography and travel in Michigan, I am reminded of what my entire life was like living here. Well, in most respects any way.

Texas, A Dogman, and When Life Swirls
A few weeks back, I took a trip to the Guadalupe Mountain National Park. I drove the van across country (again).
My son Levi, serving in the USAF had a few days...and it's been far too long since he and I have made a respectable hike.
So I traversed the country to pick him up. We drove another 7 hours to the park and set up camp.