Why yes...that is SNOW in the desert

To the untrained eye, that snow could be mistaken for sand. [the sand here is brown, not white] (A Navajo reservation, NM)

And the roads were icy, too.

We snuck in during mass to get a peek at the inside. Had to make honest use of that "church parking only" spot (Santa Fe, NM).

Cold or nervous?

Try both. This was taken moments before he proposed. (Albuquerque, NM)

View from the top

Cruising up the Sandi Peak from a cable car (Albuquerque, NM)
It was colder than it looks (Albuquerque, NM)

The Birds

Hungry birds stealing newly planted crops, or Alfred Hitchcok comes to life? You decide. (La Jara, NM)

Oh Christmas tree

If that ain't pride I don't know what is.

Whoever said you can't cut down a christmas tree in the desert? (La Jara, NM)

It's a good thing this mower only goes about 5 mph...

The Farmer and the Dell

This is what happens when you let an 8-year-old drive a lawn mover

(New York, NY)

We are a cat family, to say the least

Emmy in the window (Weehawken, NJ).

Jersey ain't so bad afterall

You'd think she just discovered the key to the universe. But she's actually staring at Manhattan. (Weehawken, NJ)

I dare you to swim in that water (view of Manhattan, Weehawken, NJ)

The only picture where I actually look my age. Well, sort of. (Weehawken, NJ)

I looked for the Cosbys...

Tripods are for sissys. ( Brooklyn, NY)

Will, the genuine 'boy around the block,' waits for Thai food and makes love to the camera (Brooklyn, NY).

The colonies!

A bit too ornate for a genuine 'colonial' structure. But I think it's part of the Rhode Island School of Design (Providence, RI).




An example of a real 'colonial' house, this one was built prior to 1776 (Providence, RI).

Sunday morning

...Or afternoon. Either way, Toby's got the right idea.

K-I-S-S-I-N-G

Among the consequences of the flight crew joining the 'mile high club' is the possible crash, and ultimate destruction of the airliner.

Theese boots

Go-go dancer or resurrected flight attendant?

May Day

That blue fuzzy image on the left is rumored to be the ghost of Calamity Jane.

Let's hope the pilost isn't posessed.

Surveying the damage. Or, staring out across a lit oceanic horizon.

the friendly skies

"Please take a moment to locate the nearest of 6 conveniently located emergency exits, on eother side of the aircraft" (ps - I don't have a moustache. That's makeup, in an attempt to make me look dead)

Josh saw javelinas!

No flashlights needed. And we battled against teenage warewolves, too. (Apache Lake, AZ)

Deep into a discussion of 80's pop culture-- We're very intellectual you see.

David contemplates the inner workings of Gordon Schumway.

Proof in pictures. Me, a self-declared 'non-camper' in front of the fire. (Apache Lake, AZ)

It's a good thing there were no small children around. We might have run out of firewood.

I made it through the night. Barely.

Day 2, of course. Just look at that 'camping hair.' (And WHY is David wearing a beanie in 75 degrees? Must be having a bad hair day too...)

Expensive photo filters or playing with sunglasses? (Apache Lake, AZ)

I actually slept in that tent. Or at least I tried to, anyway.



Playing with shadows

Tour de Fat

One of many "freaks" present that day, this guy pridefully sits atop his stilted bicyclical monstrosity.

A photo taken from behind my back while riding, I had no idea that Josh was waving until after the fact.
After the ride, in the shade and finally hydrated, the New Times happened upon us. We've been assured of our future fame, mind you. (Tempe, AZ)

In numbers larger than they appear above, and despite the record high October heat, the Tempe Tour de Fat was a real traffic-stopper. (Tempe, AZ)

C-I-N-E-M-A

The main theater is complete with gold curtains, a stage, and a balcony with sofas. Who wants to go to the multiplex now? (Tucson, AZ)

My mother used to live here

And I guess in the late 1950's it was white, and came equipped with some sort of cement plant shelf where that rock garden is. (Tucson, AZ)

This is where war planes go when they die

Planes, planes as far as the eye can see.

This shot would have been a lot better without that yellow sign. (David took it, not me)

Most graveyards have grass and a delicately manicured lawn. In Tucson, the planes rest in weeded peace.

Again - Top Gun has nothing on this guy.

Did I ever tell you about flight school?

It takes a keen mind and alert disposition to fly an airliner. I should know. (Somewhere above Tucson, AZ)



I'm looking for a co-pilot. Anyone interested?


Just look at that thumbs up - beats the hell outta Top Gun if you ask me.