The Corvette

I'm not ashamed to say that the Corvette is a favorite of mine. It's very, very fast. It's wonderfully sleek. It's rides beautifully, and the ZR1 can keep close tabs on a Lamborghini (see article).

I took the following pictures in Roanoke:

The Wonders of Contrast

I've been discovering that sometimes what at first look like plain ordinary and even downright bad picture, will sometimes -with a little tweaking- become something extraordinaire. And since I've always been a fan of the extraordinaire...

The following pictures were once just plain, ugly, boring, etc, pictures:
































































Credit to Mr. Eldon Yoder for the shot of George and I.

Sunsets

One of my favorite things to take pictures of is Sunsets. So much contrast and excellent color. And sunsets are a lot easier to take pictures of than sunrises because you actually are up and around when they happen!

They're especially special because I didn't seem them a whole lot in Nicaragua. I'm looking forwards to seeing them in Sta. Rosita -and i suppose I'll be seeing a good many more sunrises there as well!

A Bug May Appease You?

Here's a few pictures of my favorite bugs. Actually just two. They're both favorite -just the first one here is more favorite than the other.

Now honestly, this bug here has got to be one of the meanest, nastiest critters of them all. He has the temperament of a drunk and has got some serious issues on nasty hiney: The Bear Hornet




























This critter here. The DRAGON of our state:



























This would be a rather close up shot of the head of a....

stink bug.

These little guys are just covered with beautiful little -and no doubt- stinky green spots.

The Undefined Fraction

Recently I was going through my old documents and ran upon many an interesting story, article, or poem. Here's one of my favorite poems, pasted as a picture for copyright safety and also to ensure that the reader remembers that the numerator is the top number of the fraction.

Fun Shots

It's safe to say that Eldon's the one who first inspired me to shoot better shots. And it's also safe to say I'm no where near his equal. But I'm starting to feel a bit more comfortable running an SLR and with the help of Picasa, I'm beginning to feel more creative as well.






























My newest, cutest, and favorite niece :-)

‘R’ is for Writing

‘R’ is for Writing

I gently place my laptop, Ashton II, in its designated place on my desk –then plug in my Audio-Technica monitor headphones while pulling up the office chair that Mom and Dad gave as a birthday gift one year. Taking a seat I quickly scan through my music library, quickly passing many albums that have called me on one occasion or the other. Tonight electric is in the air, and something -a shimmering enthusiasm- is leaping and rebounding up the stairs from somewhere deep indside. Fernando Ortega –his music always carries me forwards to places I’ve never seen and back to dreams that I once believed in. And finally, I’m ready to begin this paragraph which you have just read.


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I spent the greater part of this week on my knees. No, unfortunantly , not in prayer, but in combat with a floor. Our living room carpet was getting a bit ‘worn’ (worn being a gross understatment), and so the job fell to me to replace it with something far better. Sadly, before I could begin ‘replacing’ I had to first destroy the underlying theme –a rather stubborn chip board underlayment. This took the better part of Monday to accomplish in a fashion that satisfied me. The ensuing days only got worse, even with a strong hint of something actually being accomplished.
Tonight, though, I celebrate the fact that I’m finished with the main flooring job –without serious injuries such as broken backs, necks, or a double hernia from doing jobs that technically aren’t good things to do without two people, unless you’re a heavy-weight champ –which I most definitely am not
Tomorrow will be a day of true relaxing. A day spent learning at the feet of my master –wether his truth and will for me, or studying the language that will make me much more effective in Central America.

Another sleepless night, of turning in my bed,
Long before the red sun rises,
In these early hours, I’m falling again,
Into the river of my worries…
When the river runs away,
I find a shelter in Your name,
Jesus, only light on the shore,
Only hope in the storm.
Jesus, let me fly to your side,
There I would hide.
Speak your words to me.
Help me believe in what I cannot see.
Before the river runs away,
I will call upon your name.
Jesus, only light on the shore, only hope in the storm.
~ Fernando Ortega