No really. What am I doing here? It’s a question I ask myself every single day. It’s a question I think we all ask ourselves every single day. I am 52 years old. I don’t know how the hell that happened, but here we are. I have to tell you all that while I have … More What Am I Doing Here?
One March day a few years ago, after a rather wet and chilly start to the year, the weather had begun to turn a bit milder, which meant I was out working in my garden and yard. As usual, this started out with coffee on the deck, which led to severe pruning of an overgrown … More Hacking Back the Lorapetalum
When I was in college, I had the notion I’d become a photojournalist, traveling the world – no roots, just me and my camera on assignment for National Geographic. I hadn’t been off the East Coast at that point, or even on a plane but I had an incredible wanderlust. It was an exciting prospect … More Travel.