Sweating the Small Stuff

One sign of winter shifting slowly into spring and summer is when we stop putting food in all our bird feeders. The feeder birds themselves ...

Winter is sort of a down time for invertebrates, a dreary boring endless period I endure grumpily. This winter was quite different. In D...

We left the house on the last day of September and drove out to Arizona to visit my son Gawain and his girlfriend Heather in Tucson. The mon...

Cheryl and I are addicted to the detective programs we get on Netflix and Google. The British ones are usually best but we also like the Swe...

When I step outside the house, even when its just for a moment, I try to remember to sling on my camera. If I don't I'm sure to see ...