Icy Sunset

It's been cold and icy here lately. When life gives you lemons... make lemonade.

St. Pat's Dome Detail (City at Night)

St. Patrick's dome, a little closer. Another picture form my cold walk in Harrisburg. Here's the whole dome. The history of St. Patrick's in Harrisburg indicates that the church was originally built in the 1820's, the new cathedral was built between 1904 and 1907.

Training Day - Silo Rescue

Well, I finally bought a new scanner. I'm not too sure I like it yet. It's going to take some figuring out. I'm starting out with some throwback pictures. These are from a silo rescue training we sponsored back in March of 1988. These pictures were taken with my old reliable Canon AE1. I had and used this camera from 1987 through 2004 when I went digital with a 5.o mega pixel point and shoot Kodak. The hundreds and hundreds of rolls of film I burned through that camera is unimaginable. I will never miss shooting a whole roll of film waiting to get it developed and finding out I used a wrong setting and had to toss the whole pack. So, now with a new scanner, maybe I can start showing some of those good old pictures. Pictures from my two years in Europe, nine hunting trips to Colorado, vacations everywhere and just time spent wasting film. I almost forgot to mention that these pictures were actually taken with black and white film, Sure I tweaked them a little and added some texture to them but the black and white is original.

Red Mail Pouch - Through the Windshield (PGXCI)

The last of my "Through the Windshield" Painted Gentleman. This one, like the others, is along the Pennsylvania Turnpike. Located near mile post 82, it is just 7 miles east of New Stanton, Pa. in Westmoreland County, north side of the pike. You don't often see red Mail Pouch barns, but, coincidentally there is another along the Turnpike closer to Harrisburg, south side, before you cross the Susquehanna River. Some day... Some day.

The Long Cold Ride

That's right, I don't know how the mountain men did it for months on end but this was one cold ass ride down off the mountain. No where to duck in out of the wind and blowing snow. No heater to crank up on high. Just pull the bandanna up a little higher and the Stetson down a little lower and tilt your head a into the wind. All this with the knowledge that a hot shower and pizza was waiting down below. The far off other side. That's John up front, he's the owner of the outfit and the number two mule behind him was loaded crooked on purpose. Number three mule did end up losing it's cinch going across a long open meadow and we stopped to tighten thing up a bit before heading back down. The biggest challenge of the pack out was taking pictures. Steadying the camera was a no-go. I simply brought it up one handed fired off three or four and hoped for the best. This is two of them, someday you may see the others.

A Venue of Black Vultures

This venue of Black Vultures was hanging out in a marsh on the eastern side of Chincoteague Island last Christmas. We passed the time driving around the Island taking pictures and just enjoying being there. The night before while out looking at the Island Christmas lights I saw something I wanted to get some pictures of but Saturday afternoon I couldn't find it again. I guess the vultures weren't going to find anything to eat in the fog because (caution: useless fact dead ahead) unlike turkey vultures (the ones with red heads) black vultures can not locate carrion by smell, they rely on vision to find food.

Moon Rise

This was taken Thursday morning. I stepped outside to start the truck and saw this. So, I grabbed the tripod and camera and headed right out off the porch and snapped a few pictures. I love the orange glow of the coming sunrise off to the east.