Mike's Gone Fishin'... Again

The TVA did us a favor, sons of bitches, and released Holston Lake waters from first light to the witching hour each day. Had they not, w...

Our living area is shrinking. As Fall advances and winter approaches, the sun rides closer to the horizon and reaches deeper into our s...

I will forever be grateful to my wife, Mary, for teaching me (among many things) to not only look up, but to also look down; to appreciat...

Withered stalks, golden and brittle Rattle restlessly in the autumn breeze Like skittering beetles or mice in the walls Soft spectral vo...

I turned sixty this month. Celebrated it quietly with a mid-afternoon movie matinee and a nice dinner out with my Mary. It was low-key, in ...

After a week of imprudent and uninhibited British Columbian cutthroats, Mark's advice hit me like a punch in the gut. Technical and ...

Prelude: I turned sixty last week and, quite honestly, I've spent the past several days trying to come to terms with it. I've start...

It's fun, once again, to have content for the Photo Bin. The recent run of blog posts here has been picture heavy, but that's wha...

If Nikon or Canon (or anyone else, for that matter) could effectively replicate the transformative filter that exists between our eyes and ...

Don’t aim directly at him at first. Point the spray about fifteen feet out and three off the ground, between you and the bear, so if he com...