Talking Pictures

This picture was taken near Tioga Pass, Yosemite, in early October. I was on a photo op trip with some buddies to capture the beautiful California fall foliage in the High Sierras. Peak colors were a couple of weeks behind schedule last year in much of the Sierras. Most of our trip was spent at lower elevations where the deciduous aspen thrive. We woke up each morning...

"Budding Photographer?"
While cleaning the yard last summer, I came across a baby praying mantis. Excited, I carefully picked him up and placed him in my wildflower area. I ran in the house to get my camera and tripod, then set up and fired off a couple of exposures.

Realizing that I wanted to get some fill light, I ran back into my house...

Observant Eye
Touring Nepal in 1994 with a small group of women, I was in awe of the prayer flags flying everywhere--cities, villages, and even remote countryside. My favorite site was the Bodnath Stupa in Kathmandu, where streams of prayer flags caught my eye and where the "Buddha eyes" that adorn the temple followed my every move. I took...

My wife and I were on safari in Tanzania. It was our last day at Ngorongoro Crater, the world's largest waterless caldera (a volcano that fell in on itself). It's 7500 ft so you can't see the crater due to the mist.

I finished breakfast and was going to our room to get our luggage as we were leaving shortly. I was going past...

Retired in Hawaii, I cling to my native Oklahoma "roots," especially since most of my family still lives there and despite being away from the state for years, I've maintained my Oklahoma drawl.

As an Okie, I've had a lifelong fascination with cowboys; my uncle and cousin were rodeo cowboys, and my new home, Hawaii, has a little-known history...

As the spring snows melted away, the herd instinct grew stale and the bison herds of Theodore Roosevelt National Park were restless. Huge shaggy heads bobbed up and down as they strolled toward an unknown destination, occasionally dropping their heads to push the snow away searching for green grass. The scene was pastoral until a small faction broke away from the main herd in a...

In the summer of 2004 I was the touring drummer for Beth Hart as she rallied through The Netherlands and Denmark playing clubs and festivals. My crusty, trusty Pentax ME Super went with me everywhere, though I didn't have an opportunity for much photo hunting beyond the van, dressing room, and hotel. I longed to put on my Eisenstadt hat and capture the pulse of the cities we...