Steamboat Natchez, NOLA.
The joker, NOLA
"Hey Man, I know where you got your shoes..." NOLA
Jackson Square.
"The Bipolar Express" tour. Angel's Landing, going up. 6/24/2019.
Angels Landing
Everyone was doing the "flying pose." This shot is kind of lame.
He wasn't actually on a fence post. I said I took some liberties and that was one of them.
Tiny Dancer - Bryce Canyon
A Suicidal Tree - Bryce Canyon
Hoodoos in the sun - Bryce Canyon
The gentleman who wandered into this picture had just advised me not to proceed on my hike. I proceeded anyway. Capitol Reef.
First sign of trouble. Grand Wash Trail - Capitol Reef
And then it happened...
It took me by surprise.
A tale of two rivers
"He's posing," one of the men said...Thankfully they didn't steal my keys off the riverbank.
I'd just accepted Skip's double-dog dare. The Grand Canyon.
Living on the edge
Two thumbs up
Salvation Mountain
God is love
The East Jesus Entrance
The moderately dangerous 12-foot seesaw. East Jesus.
Two super nervous dogs in an almost empty house. 11-22-2019.
View from the top - Astoria Column
On the waterfront - Astoria sunset
The Workers Tavern
Newport, Oregon. On the jetty.
By the Santa Barbara Harbor. I just like how big Dresden's ears look here.
Santa Barbara Sunset, December/Dresden Was Here
Old Man, Little Dog, Ocean.
Me collapsing in Yuma
Attempting to look tough with a bum shoulder. Yuma Territorial Prison State Park - 12/31/2019.
I'm a model, you know what I mean? Saguaro National Park East.
He needs wide open spaces and room to make a big mistake, such as marking his territory on a jumping cacti.
After our Grand Slam Breakfast in Tucson.
Sunset Run. Fort Stockton, TX.
Macho rhetoric at the restaurant.
The three-thousand calorie meal negated my workout and then some.
Trailer life.
Pondering the pros and cons of becoming a long-haul trucker. Concan, TX (the hill country).
A pretty good place to make a stand. San Antonio.
Food photo by a non foodie and non photographer (hence the quality). Best meal of the trip. B&D Ice House, San Antonio. I believe they're out of business now.
Pugsley's first taste of humidity. On our way to Port Aransas.
I wasn't terribly impressed with the Texas beaches. Neither was Dresden.
At Leonabelle Turnbull Birding Center in Port Aransas.
Dinner. My first night in FL (at the rest stop). I didn't eat the dog food.
Pugsley's first glimpse of the Atlantic.
Renegades on the St. John's River (FL).
Twilight on Lake George
Sunset on the St. Johns River (FL).
Gator neighbor. Moore Haven.
One night a bald, bespectacled gentleman with a mustache took a seat at the bar next to my father. Over the next twenty minutes, the man told my father his entire life story, with no tragedies omitted. He grew up in New York. He lost his construction business upstate after the economy crashed in 2008. Then, of course, his wife died.
Train tracks ran adjacent to the highway. I got lucky yet again and hit a stoplight just as a never-ending train barrelled into view. The graffiti-covered box cars kept a beat while the train’s whistle sang a lonesome and beautiful one-note melody. With the windows open, I supplied a secondary percussion part to the song on my steering wheel. I hope I get stuck at that intersection again someday—and the longer the light, the better.
Ghoulish terminal. Jacksonville. 3/28/2020.
Ghoulish terminal two.
On the flight from Jacksonville to SeaTac.
Sterilizing the call button
Picture from a Motel 6 on my COVID road trip.
Cheers, buddy. This is how I'll remember Dresden. Chasing ropes in FL (notice the one of the roof).
No patience. I'll remember that about him too.