Here is some good, basic reminders for all fly fishers while presenting the dry fly…Stream Side Adventures: Dry Fly Presentation.

The last signs of an old homestead torn down a few years ago. The corner post and barbed wire don’t support anything now…

0730 hrs, the clock ticks loud now…the room is silent, the sheets rolled up. The scene of the last gasps at life, the scene of months of hospice care…the vigil…the journey…the realities of it all…the final stillness. Now she is gone and the room is quiet except for that ticking of the clock.
Photography: What Was…What Is
A short blurb to highlight another side of our lives (my wife and I…well actually a good part of our extended family and friends) over at Hoarding Woes and photographs my wife captured yesterday amidst the layers of reclamation……..
Happy Mother’s Day!!!
A few photographs of flowers in the back yard this morning. Symbolic of the mothers closest to me, who all have a love of flowers and the pleasure they derived from tending, caring for and preserving during their lives.
Much like their children, they endure to care for their children with so much love and devotion, through thick and thin. I am blessed to know and have known such remarkable women…mothers to the core. Thank you for the love, patience and support! You are loved!
Photography: The Tunnel
Every once in awhile, I drive by this industrial area of Portland and off in the distance is this tunnel. That voice calls, you should check that out and take some pictures. Usually, I do not have my camera or I’m in a hurry. Yesterday, I had my little Pentax Optio W60, so I stopped to snap a few shots after hiking in a ways.

The tunnel had the usual graffiti and off in the distance was that legendary light. The date at the of the tunnel noted ’1910′.



























