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Iceland in Words and Pictures
This year, 2025, I made my second trip to Iceland. Part of the reason was that my photos from my first trip last summer convinced my wife to visit. But I think the main reason was that I simply fell in love with he country, its people, its geography and even its history. This is…
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When the Children Fount Out
Sarah never slept very well. She’d lie in bed listening to the regular, soft breathing of her little sister Macey and feel jealous. As tired as she could become during the day, usually late morning and early afternoon, now she was awake and sharp as a tack. She would try to will herself to sleep,…
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Photos. One of my favorite places to take pictures (and just hang out). Most of these are from the Big Island. Others are from Waikiki, Maui, and Kauai.
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My specialty is news and documentary-style photography. My photos tell stories. C I began my career as a staff photographer for the Middlesex (now MetroWest) Daily News in the Boston suburbs through the 1970’s. I’m now back in business as a photographer.
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Flash fiction. They were both in the science club and the band, neither of them was popular nor had access to any of the popular cliques. But they were the kind that didn’t care too much about that as long as they kept clear of the school bullies.
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Flash fiction: She was smart, good natured and always had something to talk about. I had just acquired my degree in English, and she had been a teacher, so we both loved talking about books and authors. Of late, we were on Dickens.
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Some photos from the Banks, Oregon High School graduation and Portland Coummunity College’s 2025 Commencement ceremony.
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Images from over the years in Hawaii, The Big Island, Honolulu, and elsewhere
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A small collection of photos as I deal with the frustrations of learning about galleries in WordPress
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The process of changing a wireless carrier can be a lot smoother and faster if you come prepared. You can do the most time-consuming parts before you get to the store. More importantly, you can avoid having to go back to complete the process.
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Flash fiction. She turned and looked down at him, still sitting on the park bench and told him matter-of-factly, “As I said, we’re just friends.” She only looked at him long enough to complete that brief statement before she turned to walk away down the quiet path that led out of the park.
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Though this is indeed a bit morbid, I couldn’t think of a better place to start off something called The Boomer Blog. If it’s gonna’ start with a bang, it might as well be a big one. It shall begin with them, or at least our generation’s innate fear of them.
