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As soon as I saw this shot on the back of my camera, it reminded not of a dog, but a cat.
Once again the trails behind the law school stink like diesel fuel. It isn’t as bad this time as when I last noticed it over the summer. If you are back there with your dog, don’t let them drink or swim back there. When I called the ASPCA’s animal help line last time they said [...]
My Canine Hobo Sleuthing Companions and I decided to investigate further the hideout we found deep in the woods of Albemarle County. Just a few short months ago this old dairy barn was full of cows eating in their pens producing milk. Until They showed up. Once Their taint touched the cold concrete floor it [...]
Noses to the crowd, my canine hobo sleuthing companions came across this item in the grass. To the untrained eye it would seem this can of Pepsi is quite old. Oliver, Liza and I know better. Anything that is grasped by a hobo instantaneously ages, rusts, and starts to disintegrate. This unfortunate item even touched [...]
….in Hobo Hideout. Oliver has a nose for hobo activity. Out on our walk Saturday morning we came across this hobo hangout deep in the woods. Hobos are rapidly taking over our crumbling infrastructure. America is under attack! When is our government going to take this threat seriously? These building were abandoned by decent, hard [...]
Bank of America is run by the devil. Period.
After having cats for most of my childhood and part of my adult life. I can squarely say dogs are better. Here is the proof. I photographed this cat while at the Afton Inn photographing hawks as they kettle over the mountains. Of course it didn’t actually look like this, but this is the vibe [...]
According to Wikipedia, it is customary after a day of tempting fate to party in the hanger at the DZ.
“Skin at 120 mph isn’t so attractive.” I don’t remember the exact quote verbatim but that is a good paraphrase.
I was told that it is a skydiving tradition that if you flash the pilot he will take you up a few thousand extra feet.
Painted down the inside of the plane was a red line. This marked the furthest back that I could sit and not unbalance the plane after the jumpers had left. I strapped myself in and got as close to that line as possible to shoot the girls as they left the plane.
I have flown quite a few times in my life. I don’t think even the high rollers in first class get this kind of treatment. This will probably go down as the best flight of my life.