Peter standing outside Coffee Talk in Wailea, Oahu. He’s balancing his laptop, and his computer connected camera while talking to me on his cellphone. Yes, he could have been talking directly into his laptop, but he thought that might look too strange. Unsuspecting patrons inside the coffee shop. My new goal is to have rakkity […]
Peter Rodd and Patti The Big Picture
Peter Rodd and Patti The Big Picture
This year’s destination . A closer map view . We’ve tried twice to walk into Rainbow Lake and both times we’ve failed. This year we won’t fail; we’re flying in with Katahdin Air. . Diane reminded me that after our first failure to gain access to Rainbow Lake, we decided all we lacked was some […]
Adam’s last comment provided me with the perfect time to post this photo . For better or worse, now that Diane has a camera of her own, there are now photos of the photographer.
These two photographs taken of Jimmy in his (Victory?) garden in Columbia Heights, MN arrived in the mail today. Diane flew home on Saturday with a container full of his tomatoes. On Tuesday, we sliced two and used them for our first and only BLT of the season. View Entire Image View Entire Image
Matt gave me a CD full of Cel’s photos and I’ve posted only a small number of them. Yes, I did edit some, but mostly I tried to keep my grubby fingers off.
Matt gave me a CD full of Cel’s photos and I’ve posted only a small number of them. Yes, I did edit some, but mostly I tried to keep my grubby fingers off.
Cel’s Spain Photos.
Diane (the itty bitty person passing through the metal detector) on her way to Minnesota. Today’s visit with Flo. The photo, if Diane were here, she wouldn’t let me post . Selecting A Reader First, I would have her be beautiful, and walking carefully up on my poetry at the loneliest moment of an afternoon, […]
Diane (the itty bitty person passing through the metal detector) on her way to Minnesota. Today’s visit with Flo. The photo, if Diane were here, she wouldn’t let me post . Selecting A Reader First, I would have her be beautiful, and walking carefully up on my poetry at the loneliest moment of an afternoon, […]