Mask

Mask

These postings seems to be plastered on many doors today: “Mask Required.” Your eyes meet this kind of sign before entering the doctor’s office, the grocery store, the fitness gym, the post office, and restaurants. On Saturday I encountered this posting as I entered...
Reflector

Reflector

Darkness surrounded the car as I drove through the barren wilderness of Nevada. Interstate 80 through Nevada offers passage to Salt Lake City, UT with twisting roadways between the mountains and straight stretches along the salt flats. Both represent uneventful and...
Sixty

Sixty

On June 25, 1960 John Pickrell and Wilma Parker committed their lives to one another before family and friends in the small town of Yreka, CA. Sixty years later, John and Wilma Pickrell remain deeply committed to one another. This week my family gathers to celebrate...
Windblown

Windblown

Saturday morning arrived. With much anticipation Gary and I planned to hike the Paint Mines with Sophie and Peter. Nestled in a rural open space near Calhan, Colorado, this interesting destination appeared. After years of winds blowing over this rocky ground,...
Hybrid

Hybrid

The search is over! We sat at a table with a plexiglass barrier positioned in the center. On the other side of this clear obstacle perched a man clad with a black bandana resembling Billy the Kid. Questions flowed, answers abounded, identifications shared, papers...