Happy Dan nezavisnosti

March 1, 1992. Bosnia-Herzegovina Independence Day.

Strange Days

Space out of time, what possibilities!!!! Orphaned day: Leap Year!

Anticipating Spring

Ready for those first green insinuations! Orchard is pruned!

Mr. Big Shot Says "Hoo-ray! Religion!"

My mother took me to summer bible school at the Presbyterian Church in Omak as a social net working activity. I got to know many of the kids my age during those days and I loved watching the movies they would show about the early disciples of Jesus going out to teach the mission of the Holy Spirit. I remember one poignant moment in one of the films where Paul was struck down by God on the road to Damascus and how he was blinded and then became a disciple of Jesus. I loved those period movies with the ancient settings and the donkeys and goats. The women flocking to Jesus were powerful messages of spiritual attraction.

One summer the teachers started a contest where whoever could memorize the chapters of the bible would win a day-glow Jesus sticker. . . (cont.)

(Image stolen from Washington Post online)

Lunar Eclipse: Didya' See It?

Sitting by the Speedway, watching the moon glow over the Cascades. Smoking a small cigar and participating, don't ya know. My photos are still in the camera. This one is stolen from Wired, taken by Steve Ryan in California.

Balkan Cabaret

Seattle's Balkan Cabaret with Mary Sherhart!

Your New Bicycle

A bit of politics to click through.

Mr. Big Shot is Back for Valentine's Day

My mother was attractive, intelligent and athletic. She studied diligently as a youth and continued her education in college and then received a Master’s in education in 1937 from Washington State University. She taught school in a one room school house and then became a county extension agent in Pacific County and taught poor farmers how to make mattresses and developed this business for farmers into a cottage industry in South Western Washington. She loved to dance and ski and entertain. I believe she and my father loved each other very much and once the war was over all she could think about was having a family. Then she gave birth to my sister, me and my brother and we never got to know that woman ever . . .(more)