Years ago when my Dad was still alive, he would take pride whenever the clan gathered for a holiday event. It became a tradition for him to note that , “The apple rarely falls far from the three.” Whenever the clan gathers, as it did last summer, I hear my Dad commenting on his life’s work. Now my Mother (the lady in the pink sweater) has taken on the role of leader of the pack. Here’s to you Ma, and to all of you who joined us for a fine summer day.
What can I say other than the simple fact that I really enjoy the return of our dandelion crop. For some, these tiny yellow flowers herald another round of fighting this unwelcome plant. For me, the tiny yellow flowers mark the transition from a harsh winter to a wonderful spring. Here’s wishing you a warm and welcome spring with or without the weeds.
Well, we are at again…looking at a dull, dreary day in the heartland. Fortunately, whenever I need a pick me up, I open an episode of my all time favorite comedy, “Corner Gas.” Spending a few minutes with this incredible Canadian sit com is a sure way to cure the blues. But don’t take my word for it. Take a look for your self. And when you do, look into some of the background shots to see the grain elevator I shot a couple of years ago when my wife and I made the journey north. Here’s hoping you will enjoy this episode of Corner Gas, known as “Cell Phone.”
This one is for all those of you who are really tired of our winter weather. You know it has been a mess when a scene like this looks inviting. Enjoy if you can. And as always, many thanks for looking.
There is something special that always draws me to an academic building. They often seem so stately and sincere. Take this building for example. This is the Arts and Sciences building at the University of Nebraska at Omaha. I have worked in this building since 1984. Although the years have passed, it seems like yesterday when I meet my first class in this structure. Time certainly flies whenever I have an opportunity to work in a building like this. For me at least, there is nothing so special as working inside the halls of ivy.
There is nothing like a trip down memory lane. Take this image for example. I shot this several years in my hometown, Mason City Iowa. For many a night, my friends and I would cruise the main drag, much like they did in that wonderful film, American Graffiti. Spending the night in an aimless pursuit of fun and friendship, we burned up a large amount of time and fuel. But when gas was selling for a mere 25 cents per gallon, no one worried about our fuel consumption. For the record, I shot the original image of “Christine” with a 4×5 field camera. Years later, I scanned the negative and prepared this image for its return/ Here’s wishing you a pleasant journey down your memory lane. And if you are in need of wheels, take a close look on the right lower edge of this image. Your vehicle awaits.
This is one of 23 images that have kept me busy for the past few weeks. I have been building a body of black and white images, something that I have long thought about doing. This particular image is one from deep within my archives. I made this image in Clear Lake Iowa, a resort community that lies a mere ten miles from my home town. I have a lot of memories tied to this location…all of them tied to good times in my youth.Here’s hoping this might trigger similar memories of your own.
This is another long-term favorites of mine. I have made more images of this gate than I can recall. What you are looking at now is another version that I plan on putting into my black and white collection. I have found that there is an interesting group of individuals that enjoy my black and white prints. Hopefully, this one will fit into that category.