Snuggling In The Sunlight.

Amy Adams by Sofia Sanchez and Mauro Mongiello, New York Times Magazine, 2005.

Amy Adams + vintage 1940s look = dieselpunk awesome!

This may be one of the most bizarre things I've seen. I mean, the masked nurses aren't that strange, but a "gas cocoon" for the infants is definitely…different!

Three nurses carry babies cocooned in baby gas respirators down the corridor of a London hospital during a gas drill during WWII

L meets Zoe, the "twalala." (at Denver Colorado USA)

"You look like that guy."

On Sunday I was in our shop at Sherwood Forest Faire, a Renaissance festival near Austin.  A family came in with two sons around age 6 or 7.  I was wearing my wide brimmed, wool felt Cavalier hat, that's olive green and weathered and dusty.  I also had on a thin green wool cloak, wrapped up around my shoulders and pinned in place.

One of the boys says to me, "You look like that guy from Indiana Jones."

I inquired which guy that might be.  "Indy's friend.  The one who's crazy."

I thought for a moment and realized that he was talking about Harold "Ox" Oxley from Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, portrayed by accomplished actor John Hurt.

So, apparently I look like an older, crazy John Hurt.

Yeah, I'll take that.

Kendall at Sherwood Forest Faire, 2014. Zeiss Ikon Nettar 518/16. 75mm f/6.3

Leather luggage and a classic Land Rover…made for each other.

Growing up is all about getting hurt. And then getting over it. You get hurt. You recover. You move on. Odds are pretty good you're just going to get hurt again. But each time, you learn something. Each time, you come out of it a little stronger, and at some point you realize that there are more flavors of pain than coffee. There's the little empty pain of leaving something behind - graduating, taking the next step forward, walking out of something familiar and safe into the unknown. There's the big, whirling pain of life upending all of your plans and expectations. There's the sharp little pains of failure, and the more obscure aches of successes that didn't give you what you thought they would. There are the vicious, stabbing pains of hopes being torn up. The sweet little pains of finding others, giving them your love, and taking joy in their life as they grow and learn. There's the steady pain of empathy that you shrug off so you can stand beside a wounded friend and help them bear their burdens. And if you're very, very lucky, there are a very few blazing hot little pains you feel when you realize that you are standing in a moment of utter perfection, an instant of triumph, or happiness, or mirth which at the same time cannot possibly last - and yet will remain with you for life. Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don't feel it. Pain is a part of life. Sometimes it's a big part, and sometimes it isn't, but either way, it's part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. Pain does two things: It teaches you, tells you that you're alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. It leaves you wiser, sometimes. Sometimes it leaves you stronger. Either way, pain leaves its mark, and everything important that will ever happen to you in life is going to involve it in one degree or another.

Harry Dresden

I love chicken pot pie.  Yesterday, I made one for lunch.  My little girl was begging for some of it from the moment I took it out.  It was too hot to eat immediately, so I left it on the table for a couple of minutes to cool.  When I came back, it had been commandeered!

Having dinner with our friends, Geremy, Gabby, and Gabby's dad, Vince. Biddy is overseeing the cooking.... (at Denver Colorado USA)

Just go out and take pictures.

Ken Rockwell