There's something in the water.

A word of advice: Don't trust those hotels.com commercials. We booked our hotel through hotels.com for our trip to San Francisco, DON'T DO IT. IT is my hope to go back one day, and stay in a decent hotel.

A resident of San Francisco.

We tried asking for directions to SBC Park. All we got was a squawk.

Another shot from Bridal Veil Falls, Provo, Utah

The ghost town of Rowley, Utah

Rowley is near one of the nation's worst air polluters (see the first post of this blog, March 18). You can smell chlorine in the air here. This is not a place where you'd want to spend a lot of time.

Brick and moss

When you're trying to go out and shoot, and take care of twin toddlers at the same time, it can be difficult to get any images. This is an image taken in haste due to howling coming from the minivan. This was the end of the session, and we were off to take naps.

From my father's vineyard.

My father's "vineyard" really only consists of a couple of grape vines planted along the fence in his backyard. He doesn't really make wine only grape juice, but insists on calling it wine, and insists on calling his grape vines his vineyard. I have to say though, that his grapes produce some really good juice.

Abstract image

Found this on a barrel near an abandoned farm house.

Bridal Veil Falls in Provo Canyon

Folks, if you ever happen to find yourself in Provo, Utah I suggest you take a ride up Provo Canyon on a Sunday afternoon. It's the strangest site you'll ever see. It's like something out of a bad sci-fi/apocalypse movie. People, usually couples, wandering around with these strange grins on their faces, they all seem to be in a daze. It's like the scene just before the nuclear holocaust happens. It's all very surreal.

Orange, blue, and pink


This may not be the best photo in the world, but the color combination intrigued me.

Pumphouse peeking from behind the reeds.


This was shot near where the Jordan River flows out of Utah Lake on its way to the Great Salt Lake. There was a lot of trash strewn about the bank where I was standing to take this photo. The inability of some people to pick up after themselves amazes me at times. Why can't you enjoy your beer and take the can with you afterward? The world is not your personal landfill.

People look at you strangely when you are taking photos of parts of a bridge rather than the whole thing. 

Holding it all together.

Was this image worth getting mud all over my shoes for? I think it was.

Another macro shot, this time a ladybug.