Back in the days when I was a tyke there was a product called Melba toast. I think it has been discontinued by the original manufacturer, but is still being…
Yes, there really is a Nothing, Arizona, or at least there used to be.
Time sometimes does peel away the scales from one’s eyes. I have lived in and around Tucson, Arizona, at several times in my life and thought I knew it well,…
Most of you who have stepped out of the city once or twice know what I’m talking about: the ubiquitous green tractors that collectively have been the work horses of…
You won’t be in southwest Idaho long before you begin your love-hate relationship with State Highway 55, the road that connects Marsing, down on the Snake River, with New Meadows,…
Hanging around McCall is about as much as most people want to do when visiting Idaho’s other premier resort town. The place is extremely conducive to both laying back and…
We took a trip to Spokane a couple of weeks ago (it was Carollen’s someteenth and my second) to visit our one year old grandson, Kellan. My first time there…
I have long been compelled to write a post on whom I believe is the most important Mexican (or Latin American) photographer to have clicked a shutter: Manuel Alvarez Bravo. In…
Did you ever see something that you just knew would make a great photo but couldn’t quite figure out how to compose it? Me too. Sometimes it’s not until later,…
Sounds like a bad luck kind of place, doesn’t it? For some it most certainly was but for others it was a source of considerable riches. The Shohones who inhabited…
