Miniature Automobile #722 : 206/365

My dad has always been a slot car enthusiast—he told me that he was just twelve years old when first exposed to the hobby—so when I was planning…

Inevitable Deliciousness of Diana’s Egg Rolls : 205/365

As you may or may not know already, there are three absolute truths in life: death, taxes, and the inevitable deliciousness of Diana’s egg rolls. My father is…

Film is Not Dead : 204/365

“Can you still get film for that thing?”, is a phrase, heavily stressing the word STILL, that I am accustomed to hearing. The question is preceded by Mister…

Eyes Wide Open : 203/365

In a quieted tone of confession, I will admit that I had an enjoyable time at a pop concert by a Disney princess that was opened by two…

Somewhere We Have Never Been : 202/365

I usually cover the same walking route: one street down, and over, and back. Just one block more, my mantra for today’s lunch stroll across Oakland. My goal…

Legend of the Reluctant Assassin : 201/365

He’s always climbing, scaling, or jumping from something. Somehow, over the last few years, this thing of parkour has become his thing. So, as the summer begins to…

Home is Where You Hang Your LED Chandelier : 200/365

Twenty-nine people were just decorating my deck and backyard like lawn ornaments, quite a large number of bodies for a house that rarely sees company or hosts a…

Desert Island Mixtape : 199/365

From the dusty closet, dusty relics are now strewn across my family room. My wife is determined to reduce the amount of junk and clutter from our home,…

Exceeding Your Grasp : 198/365

All creative endeavors will be paused for a magnificent event tonight: Date Night! The kids are at a sleepover with the grandparents, and—if only for 18 hours—there will…

Prayerfully out of Practice : 197/365

With a benchmark of nearly two hundred stories and photographs rapidly approaching in my series, I have not yet reached the point of writer’s block (or artist’s block)….

For Love of Beetle : 196/365

The lovely metallic blue car is parked in the same location, again, and luckily I have my camera with me on this outing around the neighborhood. The For…

Happy Birthday, Cupcakes : 195/365

She is texting me at work, suggesting that I call her favorite bakery and order her favorite cupcakes: chocolate batter with vanilla buttercream icing. From my concrete office…

Unrealized Potential of Tomatoes : 194/365

We rented a movie over the weekend, The Circle, and it’s a story of gigantic Big Brother proportions—completely unbelievable, somewhat entertaining, marginally thought-provoking. And before you go off…

Collection of Twenty-three Tales : 193/365

Twenty-three years ago, I said I Do, and today I say I Still Do to my wife. Should I be blessed with another twenty-three years of marriage, I…

Don’t Forget to Return to Where the Wild Things Are : 192/365

That very night in Max’s room a forest grew / and grew— / and grew until his ceiling hung with vines and the walls became the world all…

Window into Yesteryear : 191/365

Our trusty steed—also known as Cali the minivan—is packed with a few duffel bags, three fishing rods and tackle, a hammock, several board games, a tent and sleeping…

In Search of Secret Passages and Waffle Fries : 190/365

As I approach the Cathedral of Learning, I am reminded—by the droves of students conducting the walking tour of campus—that it is back to school time for the…

D is for Diptych and Deer : 189/365

Jerked deer are delicious; live deer are a nuisance. It’s not like I’m keeping them as pets or feeding them table scraps or anything, but as a byproduct…

Three Miles, Fifty-Five Days, and Eighteen Stone : 188/365

The mind is a remarkable tool and, as a human, we are able to accomplish anything that we desire, if we put our mind to it. I have…

ABCs of Raising Girls : 187/365

If you had to write something, anything, everyday could you do it? Would you be smacked in the head with a realization that you are possibly one of…

Deus ex Machina : 186/365

No space for creativity today, we have a full day planned already: church service, lunch with the in-laws, staining the backyard deck until evening, shower, kid to teen…

Harry Potter and the Haunting Hells Hollow : 185/365

Part 1 All five of us have made our own wand, in preparation for today’s outing to the Harry Potter Festival in Volant, PA. No one in my…

Pogonotrophy, May the Odds Be Ever in Your Favor : 184/365

Let me set the stage for today’s story: I’m cleaning my house and notice a big fat black ant walking across the wall, above my head. Fully intending…

Salad Bars are the Currency of Physical Labor : 183/365

Six-thirty in the morning, and I’ve set out on my daily commute to town. I hadn’t peered into the backyard before leaving, but it’s a safe assumption that…

One Summer, Per Person, Per Year : 182/365

The curtains will soon be drawn; the shades of fun lowered on June, July, and August; a conclusion to your summertime. In one month, my children will be…

Quixotic Quest and the Search for a Golden Snitch : 181/365

Quixotic [kwik-sot-ik], adjective 1. extravagantly chivalrous or romantic; visionary, impractical, or impracticable; 2. impulsive and often rashly unpredictable; 3. (sometimes initial capital letter) resembling or befitting Don Quixote….

Grass Cutting, Work Ethics, and Other Tales from Fatherhood : 180/365

It’s 9:30pm and I’m standing in my backyard, camera perched upon a tripod, and I’m taking photographs of my house. In hopes that the neighbor doesn’t think that…

Solar Saros 145, Member 22 : 179/365

Go grab your best pencil and your appointment calendar, go ahead I’ll wait. On Monday, August 21, 2017, block out the afternoon with a giant, big X. Ok,…

Attitude of Platitude : 178/365

The best of intentions, thwarted by rain—that’s how today can be described. I was hoping to visit the local amusement park and participate in a ride-a-roller-coaster-all-day-long-to-win-fabulous-prizes ordeal, but…

Bee’s Knees : 177/365

A change in perspective, literally, is what I need. The vacationing was a terrific remedy for the doldrums of life, but the excitement—and distant locations—of the Wild West…

Forward Thinking : 176/365

Since owning this token, I have traveled 15,266 miles across the face of this great planet. How can I be so specific and certain? Great question, I’m glad…

Geocaching with Steinbeck : 175/365

A man taps down the tobacco in his cigarette pack, sitting at a table in front of me. A constant sound of rushing air, emanating from the hospital,…

Heliomitosis Transfiguration : 174/365

You can ask my mother, she will confirm—unequivocally, no doubt—my love for made-up words. As I child I frequently created my own vocabulary. Not because I was bored…

At Least We Own Lemons : 173/365

Photograph production over the last few weeks has been easy, almost too easy, with breath-taking locations and experiences filling all moments from wake to slumber. I can sense…

Sunday Evening Predators : 172/365

The people are coming, the people will be here soon. I’m referring to scheduled family visitors in a few weeks, as well as a backyard cook-out that I’ve…

A Life Unlived : 171/365

I am an expert at living my current life of predictability, complacency, and mind-numbing routine. As a matter of fact, I excel at living a bare-bones, normal, and…

Musings of a Roadtrippin’ Family : 170/365

While the ink is still wet, and with a completed cross-country trip on our family resume, I feel qualified to offer advice to those who may find the…

What the Effigy? : 169/365

I have always wanted to visit Serpent Mound in central Ohio, but from my house I would be looking at a conservative five-hour, one-way excursion. And that’s why…

Yeah, but is it the Largest? : 168/365

In America we love our things big, bigger, and biggest. Having been born and raised in this fantastic country, I still don’t know the reason for our attraction…

Sledding the Sandy Juggernaut : 167/365

Great Sand Dunes National Park lives up to its nomenclature, but the humorous thing is that not many people have ever heard of the park. In the collection…

Archaeology, Anthropology, and Other Five-Dollar Words : 166b/365

A few hours ago, we experienced the Navajo culture of current indigenous people; currently, we are awaiting our tour into the ancient ruins of Cliff Palace. Once again,…

X Marks the Spot : 166a/365

There is a certain foolishness in creating a yearly bucket list around experiences that you anticipate accomplishing. I admit that and own that fact, but not once do…

Insignificance of Monumental Proportions : 165b/365

Storms follow us from the Grand Canyon as we drive across Arizona. The decision has already been made to scrap a visit to the Four Corners Monument; we…

Call of the Grand Canyon : 165a/365

Morning: I rub the crusty sleep from the corner of my eyes; the time on my phone displays 4:48am. Birds singing in the trees, pre-dawn creeps from behind…

Look at the Size of that DAM! : 164b/365

Feel free to get it all out of your system now. Go ahead, I’ll wait: look at that dam!, where’s the dam gift shop?, I’m walking on the…

Ensnaring Tendrils of Vegas : 164a/365

Author’s note: as promised, the next three days will offer two stories each (part A and B) of our adventures out West. With so many experiences to share…

Death, Deserts, and the Brutal Beauty Thereof : 163/365

The van is packed, and today is the last that we will see of my brother and his family. Off to a late start (again), but we finally…

Where the Ocean Meets the Land : 162/365

Big plans for today, clapping hands accompany a maniacal low-level chuckle! We are planning to visit the Pacific Ocean, with plenty of time to explore the beach and…

Welcome to the Happy Side of the Universe : 161/365

A morning preceding a trip to Disneyland should be joyful, and full of anticipation; however, my brother’s children are in full tears, intermixed with sorrowful wailing. It is…

Walking the Fence : 160/365

The time is 6:15am and the morning is young. My brother and I have gotten up early for our scheduled walk around his neighborhood. I have no idea…

Swimmin Pools, Movie Stars : 159/365

Well the first thing you know ol Jed’s a millionaire, / The kinfolk said “Jed move away from there” / Said “Californy is the place you ought to…

P.S. Bodie, I Heart You : 158/365

Per today’s blog post, we do not find ourselves in the ghost town of Bodie—despite the selected image for today—but more on that later. The cause for a…

P.S. Yosemite, I Loathe You. : 157/365

In all fairness, it is not Yosemite that I hate. It is a conglomeration of several ingredients: lack of adequate visitation time, poor traffic flow, and moronic herds…

Welcome to Dreamland, Earthlings : 156/365

The alarm on my phone buzzes away at six-something-in-the-morning. I hope to carve a little writing time out of this early morning, as I have attempted for the…

So, Do You Hoodoo? : 155/365

The West is big, huge, enormous and every other synonym that you can think of that describes sheer vastness. Traveling across such space exercises your patience and fortitude….

Delicate Beauty of Moab : 154/365

I have my alarm clock set for 6:00am. My goal is to witness a sunrise over the desert with my own two eyeballs, oh, and my daughter’s eyeballs…

Wow is the Word of the Day : 153/365

Forget about Mt. Evans, at least that’s the consensus among our family members when we put it to a vote over spaghetti dinner in Denver. Our original intention…

Infinity Sky with Lasagna and Cows on the Side : 152/365

Yesterday was a very long day with the combined Arch and City Museum experiences, but we had to continue our journey before bedtime. After four hours of driving…

Gateway to Fun : 151/365

St. Louis is known as the Gateway to the West, but I think they got it all wrong. For our family, it will be known henceforth as the…

Superstars, Swimming Pools, and Shadows of Semis : 150/365

Today was competition day for my daughters in Indianapolis, IN, and the primary impetus for this road trip out West. Dedicated readers (both of you) may recall story…

The Mexican Outlaws of Rain : 149/365

If today was the worst of our rain on this road trip, I’d be fine with it. Conversely, if the wild torrent, that we drove through to get…

Travels with Cali : 148/365

Today’s workday is a mere formality. Sure, I will be doing the work that’s assigned to me, but in my mind I’m already going to California. The dwindling…

Recipe of Summer Solstice : 147/365

Stilted shadows walk the Earth on the longest day of the year. Here, there, this, and that—tonight featured a full roster of last-minute tasks that required attention. Clean…

All-American Hat : 146/365

The baseball hat is as American as apple pie. I have opted for this particular fashion accessory, for as long as I can remember. From a practical standpoint,…

Refrigerator Poetry : 145/365

girl a top an over head white light, but she did say & play about. some say what may behind mad lust like a knife. forest less milk…

Fatherhood is Like a Roller Coaster : 144/365

As I wait in line for the roller coaster, celebrating Fathers Day with my children, I reflect on what it means to be a dad. With temperatures rising…

Gratitude within Grace : 143/365

The time is 6:11am and tomorrow is Fathers Day. Sunlight bathes my side of the bed, waking me much too early, but I don’t mind at all. All…

Chasing the Ghost Train : 142/365

Blocked by a chain-linked fence and numerous warning signs, I stood on this same spot five years ago—the precipice of a fragile, wooden trestle that spanned a road,…

Mister Dee and Me : 141/365

I’ll stop you right there, yes I know that it is improper grammar. It should be mister dee and I, but that doesn’t have the same cool alliteration…

That’s Just What Clouds Do : 140/365

Today was the last day of my son’s high school, at least for his Freshman year. I can’t believe we survived! After picking him up from a birthday…

Silent Lucidity : 139/365

Beetles and moths silently swarm halogen islands. I blindly swat in the night. There is a distinct lack of recognizable sound in the summer night air. An outbound…

The Tele-man : 138/365

I have been playing the air guitar since Quiet Riot’s Conditional Critical in 1984. Like many of my peers, early sonic influences were Quiet Riot, Van Halen, Ratt,…

A is for Achievement : 137/365

Last night concluded the NHL hockey season as my hometown team, Pittsburgh Penguins, defeated the Nashville Predators in Game 6 of the Stanley Cup finals. It was a…

Taming the Spoon : 136/365

This scene is set in a distant suburb, summer night warm and clear, the neighborhood is alive with graduation parties and pool splashing and the ruckus of youth,…

Gaining New Perspective : 135/365

I have been wearing glasses since I was ten years old—possibly younger, I really don’t remember—so I’m pretty experienced in getting my eyes checked. Read letters from the…

When We Left Earth : 134/365

From behind thick, charcoal clouds a dancing strawberry moon foxtrots through June’s night sky. Ribbons of illumination attempt to escape, but are unsuccessful. I sit on my deck,…

Language of Joshua Tree : 133/365

With a thirty minute train ride under my belt, and a full belly of Mexican food (mmm, guacamole), my wife and I have arrived at Heinz Field to…

When We Were Young : 131.75/365

You look like a movie / You sound like a song / My God, this reminds me / Of when we were young / Let me photograph you…

Blanket Fort Doldrums : 130/365

“People are the worst!”; a favorite catch-phrase from a friend. Most days I disagree with his pessimistic slant on society, but yesterday I couldn’t agree more. I had…

Double Ones : 129/365

From where I stand, I see an amazing girl who is celebrating her Double Ones birthday today: garage sales galore, fishing at the lake, pizza and salad bar,…

The Whole of It : 128/365

Before you tell me it’s doughnut h-o-l-e and not w-h-o-l-e (yes, I know) today’s narrative is sprinkled with multi-meanings—sorry, couldn’t help with the baking pun. So, on the…

Attraction of Abstraction : 127/365

After 127 days of this continuous project, I’m looking for new ways of seeing. There’s nothing wrong with my seeing abilities, although I have noticed how easy it…

Bookmarks of a Wandering, Wondering Mind : 126/365

Welcome to my brain-o-sphere where the concept of boredom rarely registers as a legitimate vocabulary word. Some people that I know do not have any distinct interests, beside…

Hall of the Mountain King : 125/365

I am standing in a long, descending corridor of Loyalhanna Limestone that continues to reach downward into the depths of the earth. Rusty and dusty antique candelabra radiate…

Daring to Die and Other Philosophies of Death over Hot Dogs : 124/365

Today is Memorial Day—a holiday dedicated to remembering those who died in armed service to our country—and my greatest concern resides in not burning the grilled hot dogs…

Silver Crescent Slice : 123/365

Against a plum-lit sky, the silhouetted songbird sings an enchanting melody, beckoning the sleeping moon from its slumber beneath the horizon. Rise, rise moon, rise—in a repetitive call…

Death Before Decaf : 122/365

I blame it on the redhead—I never loved coffee before working at Wendy’s. Seems like an odd statement, but I guess we all have a crossroad in life…

I Walk Alone : 121/365

As long as I can remember, I have enjoyed walking in the woods alone. Difficult for some socially dependent people to understand, it’s not a question of overflowing…

No Auto-everything-option : 120/365

Push a button and you are instantly a photographer, right? Well, unfortunately, there is a large population of people who think that is true. I hold a different…

Never Have Too Many Pleases : 119/365

“I’m going for a walk to get some iced coffee,” said I. “Will you get me one?” said my boss. He appended the question as he handed me…

room 237 : 118/365

I am going out on a limb here, but I think The Shining is the scariest film ever created. You’ve got great ingredients for horror: Jack Nicholson, those…

Lassoing Light : 117/365

Thinking of daily stories is a timely and mentally exhaustive process—sometimes I just need a break from the narrative. Most great stories (when inspiration does strike) just seem…

Not Enough Time (For You) : 116/365

Time is a touchy topic for most people. We either have too much or not enough of it, at least that’s our perception. Perhaps we don’t know what…

Where the Wild Things Are : 115/365

Today we ventured to where the wild things are: that is, the Washington Wild Things. The full-sun day proved to be a delightful backdrop for the planned activities…

Until They Tag Your Toe : 113.5/365

This post belongs to yesterday in a roundabout kind of way, but presented today. Although, it really can’t be backdated (Day 113) or postmarked today (Day 114) or…

Life is Like an Escalator : 112/365

It’s 5:29am: the slate sky is punctuated with half a moon, ribbons of magenta and tangerine creep from the horizon, birds are singing, and I’m standing on the…

Contentment and the Pursuance Thereof : 111/365

Gather around me, in the park by the fountain, while I climb to the top of my lunchtime soapbox. Today, on the first anniversary of full-time employment, I…

Science of Joy : 110/365

Whatever happened to our unbridled joy, experienced in years of youth? If only I could bottle and sell the abundant joy collected from a bunch of kids, I…

Love You Because : 109/365

Sometimes it’s difficult to say I love you, sometimes it’s near impossible. You cannot fool the heart with such words, because they must be heartfelt, to be felt…

Yards of Work : 108/365

Lately I’ve been feeling the pinch of too much everything. I have Major Too Much Issues, as in too much stuff in my house. I cannot even list…