bodacious  adj. (Southern)  Outright; unmistakable

banter v.t.  To address with light, playful, good-natured remarks


Welcome to my blog!  I pray the images and ideas will be pleasing to God, and a blessing to you.

In joy,



December 30, 2015  •  Leave a Comment

As typical in my life, i was up the creek and without a paddle.  Thankfully, i didn’t need one...

The rain came down and the bodies of water went up.  This happens from time to time.  As with earth, wind and fire (etc.), we often prefer a Goldilocks balance: not too much, and not too little.  But the last few days have given us much water…so here’s to a thirsty Earth!

Thanks to friends Michele and Mark, i was able to get up close and personal with part of Potato Creek.


(Peruse a plethora of Potato Creek pics parked at this place)

in joy,



November 24, 2015  •  Leave a Comment

The most affirming thing in my life is making images that please God and man.  I go into shoots, and come away hoping that is accomplished.  Gabby gave me good reason to believe the goal was achieved.

We met recently, and spent the day playing...

Knowing i wouldn't be much fun, Gabby brought her mom along for company.

There were some serious moments, such as when we had to do the modeling thing, or read from the Bible--some of which she's already memorized  : )

But whether serious or otherwise, it was a day full of joy.  I'm thankful God used Gabby and her mom to provide that!

(Gobs of Gabby can be gotten here  : )


September 10, 2015  •  Leave a Comment

Though it matters, we’ll set aside the fact my maternal grandmother was called ‘Lizzie.’  This newer model is now making the rounds, and made my camera’s acquaintance the other day.

We were afforded an opportunity to play work by my friends, Michele and Mark, at their work play place.  My default philosophy is, if God sets a plate of fun in front of you, say ‘thanks’ and accept it…rather than pretending to be ‘not hungry.’

Through the twists and turns of dance and gymnastics, Lizzie provided quite a stretch for my camera, and way more fun than can be rightly digested in one morning of play work, so we will hopefully have a second serving soon.  (Even the sky was crying when we decided to stop.)   In the meantime, look at lots of Lizzie here.

I appreciate Michele & Mark working to provide a place for folks to play, and Lizzie and her mom Betsy playing along with the work.  (In this case, it wasn't all child’s play   : )

Crista’s Copper Penny

July 22, 2015  •  Leave a Comment

I was at Wally’s gas station one evening when Craig Stubbs called my name.  He pointed to the inside of his car, where i saw a waving hand pop up.  He said, “This is my wife, Crista.  She also enjoys photography.”

Following those ten seconds many moons ago, i’ve enjoyed seeing scads of posts of Crista's images on facebook.  Her photographs are excellent, and are often accompanied by informative comments.

This spring the idea of getting together to shoot came up, and i was invited to visit the old home place, known as Copper Penny Ranch.

  Our visit finally happened a few days ago, and i enjoyed spending a morning meeting many of Crista’s friends.  Here are some of them...

More Copper Pennies on deposit here.  (Buzz on over   : )

While strolling by the woods, we saw a brand new baby accompanied by its mamma.

The resident air patrol saluted the new arrival with a fly-over.

And speaking of flying, the time did.  It was noon before we knew it, and so before parting company we watched some baby barn swallows having lunch.

Though inside my attitude wasn't too different from the whiny birds, i politely pretended i was ready to leave, (but genuinely grateful for the good experience and gracious host  : )

I think i can truthfully say (hatchlings notwithstanding), a good time was had by all.  Thanks much, Crista (and Craig!   : )

Missing it

June 22, 2015  •  Leave a Comment

The confluence was two-fold:  our solar system, and my schedule.  It was a weekend off from work, and there was no place or thing i had to be or do.  As for our celestial neighborhood, the two brightest planets were (from our vantage point) getting close together, and on that very night, a cool, crescent moon would join with them in tight formation.

Checking the forecast every so often, i had an almost child-like giddiness thinking ‘the stars’ were lining up so well.  There should be a few clouds around to make for a nice sunset, but the sky in general should be clear. My neighbor, James, (eager to try out his new camera) and i grabbed some fast food and headed west…looking right into the face of a massive line of dark gray coming from the northwest.  “It’s early…that’ll pass right on through and we’ll be done with it before the show starts.” 

As younger folk are want to say, “Yeah, right.”

It didn’t pass.  We got to the overlook near Sprewell Bluff as the demarcation of cloud had just passed the sun.  I started a gopro time lapse, but after a while, the rain made its way to our vantage point, and i saw no point in tempting fate.

Of course, once i dismantled the time lapse setup, the 127 drops of rain i encountered were done, and so James and i stood around on the platform, thinking our evening was a waste, and wondering which of us would be first to order a retreat. 

With naïve hopes there might be sufficient parting of the clouds later that evening before our targets dropped below the horizon, we waited around, greeting occasional tourists stopping by long enough to snap their ‘we-were-at-the-Sprewell-Bluff-overlook-and-here’s-our-selfie-to-prove-it picture.’ 

After the ambient light had begun falling off in earnest, we noticed a piece of the western sky was beginning to pink up.  With this, my impression was, “i’m not impressed…this isn’t worth setting the gopro back up for a few moments of token color.”  As i kept watching, and James kept shooting, the color eventually burst forth over a huge chunk of sky, and so as i’ve done many times before, i rolled my eyes and questioned why i was so foolish as to [yet, again!] not have made the right decision.  At this point, all i could do was grab a few shots with the 5D…time was lapsing such that there was no time to resume the time lapse.

The glorious display quickly ebbed into some little lines of color, and we began seeing a bit of heat lightning over the other side of the western ridge.  So since the 5D was warmed up and on deck, i decided to finish the evening with a few long exposures to see if any bolts were catchable.

The resulting score for the night was clouds won, king zero.  James and i hung around for a while more, but it became clear that the part of the sky we wanted to see…wasn’t going to be.

And so, here is my lame shot from the following night.  Venus in the very bottom right corner, dimmer Jupiter is a little ways diagonally toward the moon from Venus, and the (one day older) moon in the upper left.  Twenty-four hours can change a spectacular rendezvous into a ‘not-all-that-close encounter of the less exciting kind.’

Still, let there be no question i’m thankful for my Weatherman, and His dominion over all there is.  To cite a quote i heard my dad make when i was a kid, “Mankind, despite thousands of years of advancement, still owes his existence to six inches of topsoil and the fact that it rains.”

Grateful for His reign,