National Dog Day! My Grandogs Britta, Leia, And Mocha...

Clear enough, ain't it?

Three years old yesterday. Still heathens. 🖤🖤 Fen on the left, and Louie.

North of Mt. St Helens, just inside the northern edge of the blowdown zone, 1987. The road I used, which I believe was 26, appears to be closed now. If I’m wrong, somebody say so, eh?

One of my pieces. Stone cutting and silversmithing for 43 years now.

Before and during my Mother-in-law Muriel going thru her chemo. The wife shaved the sides of her head, but she's shy about social media. I loathe cancer.

Regarding the protests in Michigan and elsewhere, I see a few conservative/right of center talking heads carping about the folks who chose to exercise their rights and carry arms to the protests. The way I understand our country's history, and the men who started it, leads me to one opinion only, and that is this: as I have seen or heard it, if this makes politicians nervous, then they are wishing to pull the kind of crap on us that they cannot while we are armed. Let's keep it that way. As for the rest, Lead, Follow, Or Get The Fuck Out Of The Way. Fence sitters are going to have to choose... 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

One more from Idaho, 2009. Craters of the Moon, with the guilty party(cinder cone) in the background. (Since visiting Kilauea is currently out of the question! Sigh...Love of volcanology...)

Further fabrication funs! Left to right view: right-handed welding, left-handed welding; below, suction hose rack bed, temporarily stabilized with 2x6 tube. Thus showing that, I am ambiderpstrous 😆

So says the Lord of the Wild Hunt!

You’ve been warned to stay out of the woods!

Mt. St Helens, form the northeast, 1987. Before any visitors center, or for that matter, anything...