My muse

Fee Fie Foe Fum

Giants at Cedar Point.

Happy patterns in the sky.

Blizzard, Shmizzard

I have an idea. How about instead of fearing and fighting the snowstorm, like it's a terrorist, we embrace it and respect it, for what it is: a beautiful and powerful piece of nature... that is most likely being fueled by global warming, and our long standing disrespect for nature. Fuel for thought.

For those looking to embrace mother nature's snow, check out the delightful little snow day piece I put together about a year ago, that captures the spirit of the day.

For those who are thinking, whatever. Get me out of here. A little piece of heaven for you.

Magens Bay in St. Thomas

When a door closes, a window opens

I think it's probably safe to say that 2009 was a challenging year for many people. At the risk of sounding cliched, I strongly believe that when a door closes, another one opens somewhere. But often, (as suggested by a student of Rick Jarow's), you have to walk down a really long hallway to get to that open door. And sometimes, it's just an open window... and that window has a grate on it that you have to pry off. The hope though, is that you have a really great set of friends to help you get through that grate, or, at the very least, a really strong set of pliers.

Roseau, Dominica

Hello world!

Over the last few years, I've seen old and dear friends of mine leap into the world of parenting, leaving bachelorhood and sex and the city days behind them, to be replaced by mounds of organic diapers and discussions about nipples. Though at times I find it all a bit bewildering, not having had any first hand experience with it myself, it's also truly fascinating watching close friends transform to accommodate this new life. As far as I've observed, there isn't some sort of magical parenting fairy dust that alters all previous neurosis or small imperfections into perfectly functional frameworks. We are who we are. But what the introduction of "the little one" does seem to do is remind us that there are things more impressive and more important than ourselves in the world. And that we will not always have all of the answers, but we will be ok. And sometimes, we just have to have a little faith, reach out and grab a hand, and go with it.

Light at the End of the Tunnel

Just when you think it couldn't get any darker,
there's always light at the end of the tunnel.

Butterfly grave

Such a beautiful butterfly didn't deserve to spend its remaining hours on the pavement. Instead, I moved him to a more fitting resting place amongst fragrant blossoms.
RIP, little one.

Waiting for the 6:05 in Bayshore...

119 RE CC BETH STEELTON 1971 IIIIIIIIII

Guess where?

I took this after I bungee jumped from the edge.
...and if you believe that, I've got a bridge to sell you...