Monthly Archives: November 2009


Leaf patterns in freshly poured pavement sealant.

Almost Full

Taking advantage of a clear skies a couple of days before the next full moon.

Dam and Spillway at Greenwood Furnace

Greenwood Furnace flourished as an industrial complex from 1834 – 1904. The area is now a state park within Rothrock State Forest. Read more…

Fall Rhododendron

Ortoned and Vignetted in Photoshop. Seen at Whipple Dam State Park near State College, PA.


We don’t need no stinking bridges!

Hiking at Whipple Dam State Park in Huntington county, Pennsylvania, just south of State College.

California Dreamin’

I headed out to San Francisco last week for the annual user conference, Dreamforce. After spending my days learning and networking with other users, I spent the evenings walking around different parts of the city. Click to enlarge.

Fisherman’s Wharf

Haight & Ashbury

Golden Gate National Recreation Area.


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Birthday Came Early

To my knowledge, most people over 30 don’t exactly relish birthdays too much any more. It’s not that I dread birthdays, yet. It’s just, you know, inevitable, so it just is what it is.

Anyway. I’ll be turning 35 on the Friday after Thanksgiving. We have a whirlwind couple of weeks ahead of us, with trips to Pennsylvania, San Fransisco and back to Pennsylvania. So Karen decided to present me with my present early this year.

And what did she get for me?



Oh yes!! A mighty fine, brand spankin’ new Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi. Complete with two lenses (one telephoto!) and a very nice camera bag (lots of pockets and zippers and places to stow all kinds of things). Oh my goodness. I was simply beside myself. Speechless. I literally had no words. I’m just giddy. Do I not have the best wife a guy could ever marry? This might be my most favoritest birthday yet.

I can’t wait to go on a photo walk with Roger and Jim (if they’d be kind enough to let me tag along).

Oh. My old camera?


A Kodak EasyShare C340. He’s served me well over the last three years. Don’t fret, little guy, I’m sure you’ll be called upon on occasion.

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