inspiration

Spent the weekend at home with a puking kid, so no new pictures yet.
A couple years ago in Oregon I went rock climbing. I'm in front of the lens on this one, not behind it. This reminds me of those inspirational posters in a high school guidance counselor's office, hanging between the kitten dangling from a clothes line and the lone shell rippling the retreating tide. All I remember is being scared enough to shit my drawers and praying to the nearest god to get me to the favorable side of gravity in a big fucking hurry. That's inspirational enough.
I guess.

fisher

Here we see the elusive Ice Fisher in his winter plumage, poised for the evening feed. A close cousin of the King Fisher, the Ice Fisher stays dormant during daylight hours, usually hidden away in the dark, rank quarters of his den, also known as the shack. He sometimes emerges at dusk to survey the landscape and breathe in the sub-zero air. This particular Fisher was necropsied after losing his grip and plummeting to his unfortunate demise. The contents of his stomach included rum, smoked goose, whiskey, venison, beer, walleye, bacon, merlot, pheasant and an inordinate amount of vegetables and dip. For more information on this species visit:
http://www.freewebs.com/fishingnetwork/
Fish on!

n.o.

I haven't taken a picture for a while, so I went back in the archives. This is my "eye of heaven" sister and me dipping our feet in the Mississippi. We grew up on this river, traveled north together to see the headwaters and south to see the mouth. South to see the mouth... that's a good album title. Anyway, this is April in New Orleans, just a few months before the shit hit the fan and this spot was washed away forever. Shortly after this we ate deep fried gator and shared a bottle of something called Cactus Juice in a reggea bar with two gay, bald ex-barge workers who got tired of that river one day and stepped ashore to become bartenders. I guess that's why they call this the land of opportunity. I sure wonder what happened to those guys.
Hope they're ok.

chelly

Pro sports are cool. I mean, I don't live for them but I do love the spectacle. Tonight we watched the Detroit Red Wings dominate the Minnesota Wild. I hate to see my team lose, but you know, that happens. The highlight of it all was watching Chris Chelios on the ice. When I was a kid in Iowa I loved hockey. There wasn't a shitload of hockey in Iowa in the 80's if you can believe that, but sometimes on our big wood encased tv I'd watch Chelios play for the Wisconsin Badgers. It was a gritty picture and a gritty game. Tonight I sat in the balcony with my kid, watching guys who are closer to his 9 years than they are to my 37. And there he was, Chris Chelios. Motherfucker is still out there. I love that for so many reasons, but above all, I love it for this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ek9m9n8uiw0