Posts from the ‘People/Family/Friends Photos’ Category
It’s depressing, hearing that Beau’s been lacking the ability for even the simplest of rise from trout in the Salem Ditch. It’s like he’s going soft, showing his son that it’s okay, totally acceptable to allow some hungry cutthroat trout not even five feet in front of him to get the very best of him. Way to roll, man. Do you need some soft hackles? Perhaps red tags? Maybe run home and let the cat out?
Why the long face?
Amanda and I had no problem on the Ditch. Sure, we dodged a few overbearing patches of gray, but we never had an issue with overbearing cutthroat or lingering rainbows.
It’s pretty basic with my dad, he still uses sand and coffee grinds on his 800mm telephoto lens. And he actually takes apart his camera, cleaning his sensor with toothpaste and WD40. And all the interesting characters you’ll find on his website. Check it out. The guy is going insane. He’s currently on his way home, somewhere between a barn on the outskirts of Friend and The Dalles, with Mt Hood smoldering in the background. I’m not making this up.
Walt’s friends often say in Prineville, “Tom’s back.”
His site: Oregon Foto’s
Can you believe it? Look at that ladies and gents (mostly, hopefully ladies). Look at that ol’ boy, out on the bike, ripping it up, keeping it real. First day back out, it’s been over two months, and the back is feeling like its old self. Not bad, not bad at all.
Snapped with my worn iPhone.
Cecil, Oregon. Being slapped by gusts of wind, ugly wind. And then it stopped for about five minutes. That’s all the time we had. We figured a few cups of java from the local store might help in regaining our rattled bearings, only to find that it was no longer in operation. And I’m talking about the store, although our brains were not far behind.
Sasquatch days are back. Dad is desperately trying to find Timothy, the only big foot that’s been on the wrong side of the road.
Looks like his name, coded, carved on the rail. Vandalism.
Camera always at the ready.
While tracking a UFO this evening, we encountered a lone eagle. Eagles are tough to spot, especially due to their smallish size. I think its white head, against a gun metal sky, gave it away. I stepped out of the car and hollered at it. It hollered back. I waved. It waved back. I asked if it was lost. It asked if I was lost. My dad interrupted and said we were all lost.
This is for mom. An early birthday photo. This is Sam. Not Sammy, Sammie, or Samson, or Smith, and definitely not Siri. Sam has an iPhone5. Sam enjoys chasing small animals. Sam enjoys long flights along the beach. Sam is easily annoyed by his cousin, the Golden Eagle. Sam is doubly, triply, quadruply, annoyed by juvenile eagles.
Shane Miller’s Latest Acoustic Album
Featuring Such Hits As…
“Our Latest Path”
“So This Is Love”
“Our Years Of Sharing”
“Discovering Our Message”
And much, much more.
Pops on the way to replace a few outdated, boarded, Fossilized, windows.