Sometimes I don’t recognize America. Sometimes I feel lost, as though I put my foot on the doorstep and got wooshed off on an adventure that took me too far from home…
That we would accept the myth of gods and reject the likelihood of extraterrestrial visitation is simply illogical. That we would bury our heads in the fossil record, looking for the source, and not look up and consider the more likely source is simply illogical.
Mount Mazama is where Crater Lake is. The native Shasti legend is that Shasta, the fire god warred with Mazama, threw rocks at him and Crater Lake was the result.
In Memory of a sister who never was.
If photography was a seasonal sport, I would have to say, winter is, indeed, my favorite time of year.
Look closely at the world, my friends, it’s far more interesting than you might think at a glance.