Ah, the calm before the storm, at one of my favorite places, Oliver Lee Memorial State Park, about eight miles south of Alamogordo, New Mexico. Just seeing this familiar mountain as I drove towards the park filled me with happiness.
52 Frames: Rule of Thirds
For some reason (hmm….), I’m a bit behind on blog posts so I’ll be catching up for a while. This one covers a recent 52 Frames challenge for the Rule of Thirds. If you don’t know what that is, here’s a really basic description: when you look at a scene, try to divide it into thirds horizontally and vertically. Then put the most interesting stuff where the lines intersect and that makes a more pleasing photograph. Like this: A lot of cameras offer the “rule of thirds” setting so that when you look through the viewfinder, you see the grid…
Going Off the Road
tl;dr: I’m fine. Trailer is mostly fine. Subaru is driveable. And the whiskey bottle didn’t break either 🙂 In the beginning While driving from Alamogordo, New Mexico to Fort Davis, Texas last week, I ran into with gusty winds with no warning, had a sway situation, and went off the road about 10 miles away from Fort Davis. Before I left that morning, I had read the weather forecast closely, as I always do. The winds around Ford Davis were predicted to be 15-20 miles an hour. I’d driven many times in wind like that, so I wasn’t worried. As…
Traveling Back In Time
I still miss my Dad the most when I’m driving down the road and see something I think he’d like or that he could tell me about. He was great about explaining power plants, substations, roadside geology, and all kinds of things. As I was wandering around the southwest this past month, I realized I was retracing his steps, mostly on trips we had taken together “back in the day” as they say. So on this, the fourth anniversary of the day he left me to travel on without him, here’s a post for the old man. Every August when…
Desert Days: Wildlife Refuge
I wasn’t much for venturing away from my little BLM paradise last week, but my friend Stacy, an avid birder, convinced me to join her for a walk at the Arlington Wildlife Refuge, about a half hour’s drive from where we were both camping. I’m not much of a birder, since I usually can’t spot the bird fast enough and I never remember their names (I have trouble with people names, let alone bird names!). But the prospect of a walk in a new place was enticing enough to get me going. As wildlife refuges go, this one isn’t going…