The abandoned railway running in front of grandmother’s house we stroll along is intersected by...
fall has returned if just for this post, more snaps from around the vancouver, washington area to warm the soul. look out senses here she comes:
Stretching the ol’ props one day this winter I stumbled across this empty lot.
402 a.m., 8-28-2017.
now i am no pro pix taker, have no elaborate equipment, setups, tripods, or gadgets just two eyes, passion, and many years of exposure (pun intended) to other photographers whilst in the enployment of a camera store owner worker with fun and gorgeous co-workers. one slow sunday afternoon at the mall location i pickup a… Continue reading loving the art of photography, part uno
driving home late warm evening, 60mph windows down dont care long day, long week of work and only tuesday symmetrical arrangement of air reshapes the hair local radio broadcast the planets by gustav holst: jupiter, the bringer of jollity conincedence, livey and cheerful overflow that star, the sun, warms the left half of face oh… Continue reading needed relief
after a long day of merchandising my daily evening stroll took me to a favorite park in vancouver where an actual ship's anchor is displayed that was recovered from the columbia river reportingly dating back to the mid-1800's. the late evening sun, an easy breeze set my mind a wandering as to who constructed this… Continue reading mates
the two lane road twists to the left then the right look out better slow down sharp curve! cars follow close and move in unison with each curve as if attached, poetic with pink floyd's: meddle. this goes on for what seems like forever then a clearing in the pine forest reveals a couple hundred… Continue reading place away from home
pen? check! paper? check!
reprieve from crazy, savage, and sometimes insane world. in order to survive one looks around and notices the incidentals that surround. warm sun, slight breeze, soul touched. aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that's the ticket. soon the madness takes one step beyond.
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Not panicked Max finds the interurban trolley in Portland, Oregon that bears his name M.A.X. (but to his dismay stands for Metropolitan Area Express) has been hijacked by those fiends of Anarchy, his arch enemy. Why? Max is enjoying vacation time in the Pacific Northwest with companion and fellow agent Alvida when Chief called, "Max… Continue reading Vacation Interruptous