A bright path appearsDark forest surrounding meOne step at a time
Idaho was once described by early surveyors as a “geographic monstrosity”. The pictures below speak to that statement, but as pictures often do, they may fall just short. I mention the “geographic monstrosity” description because these images were captured at what is essentially Idaho’s only North South State highway chokepoint, White Bird summit on Highway … More Rainbows On The Salmon Breaks
Sunrise shot of a cactus hanging tough on the cliffs above Tehuamixtle, Mexico.
In the Mexican mountain town of Mascota, our local friends brought us to the site of an unfinished Roman Catholic temple, Templo de la Preciosa Sangre. It is unknown exactly why the temple was never finished, though the simple fact of running out of funds seems to be the consensus. Even in its unfinished … More An Idea Unfinished
I took a break from monthly postings on my little blog here. Good to be back. This image was captured a few summers ago on Goose Lake, which is actually a reservoir, from the shore of my favorite car camping sanctuary just outside of McCall. Goose Lake is a perfect public access point to the … More Reflections of Summer
Water flows all day ~ A creek makes its own path down ~ Snake to the river ~
After 18 years living in central Idaho, I FINALLY made the trek to City of Rocks National Reserve. What took me so long? Well, so much to see, so little time I suppose. Now that I have been, I already have plans to build another road trip around an extended stay at City of Rocks. … More Granite Paradise: City of Rocks National Reserve
I recently spent a couple nights with an old friend at Buttercup campground on Lake Cascade. After 40 plus days with no measurable precipitation, 2 days of cloud cover and passing bands of moderate rain were a welcome sign of the waning summer days here in central Idaho.
I came across this well seasoned motorcycle while wandering the side streets of Puerto Vallarta. The tires had air and the seat had a somewhat fresh tape job. I suspect it still prowled the bruising cobblestone streets, and corrosive Pacific coast air of one of my favorite Mexican cities.