Note: Anyone can participate in 52Frames. The whole point, to me, is to look around you, see what you can use for the weekly challenge, and play with it. If you like taking pictures, whatever level you’re at, and you want a new year’s resolution that’s fun, sign up at 52frames.com. The fall set of photos for my 52 Frames challenges has focused a lot on trees, as you’ll see. Except for one photo, all the rest have been outdoor images, reflecting the nice weather I enjoyed most of the time. Challenge: Abstract I was up at Lake Powhatan, outside…
Year: 2020
Review: O’Leno State Park, FL
Continuing my November tour of Florida State Parks within driving distance of my home base of Gainesville, I stayed four nights at O’Leno State Park, about five miles north of High Springs, and maybe 15 minutes of I-75 and Alachua. If you want a stop on the way north or south, this is a pretty good park.
Alto: 2019 Mods
Editor’s Note: I started writing this 11 months ago, but then, well, 2020 happened. I finally finished it, mostly so I have a record of the changes I’ve made over time. Sooner or later, most people modifies their living space, whether it’s a two-story house in the suburbs or a tiny trailer. It took me about a year to make ANY changes to my Alto 1743. The trailer comes with a 2-year warranty from Safari Condo, so I respected that and didn’t go drilling holes or changing much until that 2 years was up. And then this year, I definitely…
Review: Reed Bingham State Park, GA
You know that saying, “It’s the journey, not the destination?” Well, this post is all about that because getting to Reed Bingham was definitely about the journey. I took all back roads because my brief foray with just the Ridgeline onto I-75 was enough to convince me I didn’t want to tow on that interstate: four southbound lanes of fast 18-wheelers, cars, and trucks and a lane repaving project that meant changing lanes involved a bit of a height change as well. And when I say fast, I mean I was going 70 mph and getting passed by almost everyone….
A Thanksgiving Memory
For Thanksgiving, my mother would buy a huge turkey, one barely able to fit into the big roasting pan and then squeezed into the oven. She’d set the alarm for the ungodly hour of 3AM to start her preparations for the big day: homemade stuff from scratch, her special cloverleaf rolls, and, of course, the star of the show, the turkey. She was proud of her homemade stuffing and rightly so, to be truthful. She used slightly stale bread as the base, melted butter and I don’t even remember what else, but it smelled so good when she was making…