Depression

The recent eruption of Kilauea gave us a bonus. Beautiful sunsets as the sun reflected off the undersides of the sulfur dioxide.

Last night was a crucible of existence for me, and that is no exaggeration. I experienced a replay of all the grief, loss, loneliness, and hopelessness I had ever felt during, it seems, my entire life. The utter loneliness and despair of a widowed man, after a death of mother, father, suddenly an orphan, even

50 Years Depressed I was speaking with my good friend, Kerry, and was reminded of riding a motorcycle with her on the back, holding me around my (at that time) flat stomach. How long has it been? Have I really been in a spiritual coma for 50 years? The thing about being insane is that

This is Mount Hood in 2009 taken at three times during the year from the Salmon Creek Trail.  Salmon Creek flows directly from Mt. Hood to the Columbia River.  I used to ride the trail several times a week.  It was my one activity that got me out of the house and out of my

Death, life, and hope: The First Flower of Spring I sincerely hope a first-time visitor to this blog will not judge my photographic skill according to this simple image. The composition is weak. It tells no story, unless you are reading this text, and the purpose of a photograph, to me, is to tell a

The Road to Perdition This is Highway 374 leading down into Death Valley. This portion consists of miles and miles of straight blacktop from Beatty to the border between Nevada and California. At that point, it twists and dips down into Death Valley itself. Death Valley held important meaning for me in mid-life. I was