Tag Archives: photography
Lonely Highway 50: Southern Nevada through Utah
by cheri block The dry and endless desolation that I had expected in Nevada never materialized and this morning, as we headed southeast from Ely, Nevada (birthplace of Patricia Nixon) on a sparsely traveled road, we feasted on some of … Continue reading
Rainbow Tractor
by cheri block You may recall our purchase of a new John Deere tractor last year. She has performed splendidly, enabling the Judge to drag tree branches all over the property. Her warranty is still fresh; her paint still vibrant; … Continue reading
The Piedras Blancas Rookery
by cheri block I made my pilgrimage to the elephant seal rookery at Piedras Blancas on the central coast of beautiful California. The air nipped the nose. The ocean spray stirred the senses. The animals on the beach thrilled me. … Continue reading
dafna
by cheri block Go back and think of times when someone said something to you that changed you. Like a tuning fork, the advice had perfect pitch–and you knew it. I told Pete–the high school basketball coach–that my journalism class … Continue reading
Hummingbird Hussy
by cheri block Cecil? Is that you? Where have you been? Yes, Alice, I’m coming in for a landing, Watch my style, my spin, my hum. Archie, is that you? Yes, Alice, your sweetie-pie, coming over from across the creek … Continue reading
Squaw Valley
by cheri block We’re staying in Squaw Valley, home of the 1960 Winter Olympics. For those of you who are interested in Olympic trivia, tiny Squaw Valley beat out Innsbruck, Austria in their bids to host the games. I was … Continue reading
Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky, Adams and Leibovitz
by cheri block I tend to see the world horizontally (like Tolstoy), rather than vertically (like Dostoyevsky). This vantage point has gotten me into trouble, even recently. When I hold my camera, equipped with a wide-angle lens, intending to replicate … Continue reading
Frost to the max
We have snow on our lawn, still sticking from yesterday’s arctic blast. The frog is blue; the succulents, red and frozen. The last rose of the season opened her petals before she heard the weather forecast. Out in the meadow, … Continue reading
