Soar

Soar

The Red Shouldered Hawk lifted from the metal fence with its slim body and long tail. Broad and squarish wings boosted this pale headed beauty into the blue sky. As I gazed upward, the fine reddish brown underparts and checkered black and white tail and flight...
Shelling

Shelling

The gentle waves guided the boat toward the sandy coast line of the Gulf of Mexico. Sandpipers shuffled along the shore, scurrying in small groups to nibble upon nourishment found in the sand, wave-tossed seaweed, and shoreline plants. The shallows warmed by the...
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...