On top of Signal Mt, Grand Teton Nat'l Park

Steven and me on top of Signal Mountain, with the Tetons and Jackson Lake in the background.

Looking the other way on top of Signal Mountain: Drew, Steven, and other tourists.

Drew, Steven & me on the shores of Jackson Lake

Steven & Drew, Grand Teton National Park. Drew works in the grocery store at Colter Bay Village, which also has a campground, cabins, and a marina. Previously, Drew worked at Breckenridge, Colorado, and in the fall and winter he plans to relocate to Park City, Utah.  He works for Vail Resorts.   Photo was taken in a picnic area at Colter Bay on the first day Steven and I were there (Sunday, July 8).  Steven and Drew are facing the lake and the Teton Range and the late afternoon sun.

Drew and me on an island in Jackson Lake on Monday, July 9.  Steven took the photo.  The three of us kayaked around on the lake, shared sandwiches, chips and a six-pack of local beer, and swam a little.  Chilly water, but not too cold to get used to, nothing like as cold as the water in the streams.

Special Blue Plate broken today

I had two of these and two bowls of the same material, given to me in 1996 by Deborah when I lived on Hopkins Street in San Marcos.  I only have one of the bowls remaining now.*  Before I found this plate broken like this while I was washing dishes in the kitchen sink today, it had acquired a small chip along the rim that caused it to spark in the microwave, making me think at first my microwave had gone bad.  But I figured out what the problem was before I replaced the 9 year old microwave, not pictured here.  The plate is sitting on a GE toaster oven. I'm standing on the counter next to the sink.  There is a large chipped off part of the formica in the counter visible, not my doing.  It was there when I moved in.

The other blue plate I had was actually warped slightly.  When my friend Pat Calkins visited me in Austin in the spring of 1998, we used the blue plates and he commented on the warped one.  I said, "yeh, they're from Walmart," but he liked the artistic nature of the warped plate.  This is one reason we were friends: he was thoughtful about stuff like that.  The photo of Pat and me I posted after he died in 2016 is from his visit in 1998.  He lived in Fayetteville, AR at the time.  He would have been interested in the way this blue plate broke cleanly into three pieces with the center part having a little protrusion, which actually should be pointed toward the bottom of the photo where one of the breaks occurred.

*24 July 2018 update: the blue bowl got broken today when I dropped it while washing dishes. Shattered in many pieces.

Molly the beagle in Dermott, Arkansas

Small animal footprints seen at farm recently

Don't know what kind of animal, but searching for similar prints identified online leads me to guess the hand-like prints are from a skunk.

DT drumming in the Guest House, 1971

Lots of scratches, spots, blotches, and a weird gold crown-like pattern on my chest, all due to age and lack of care of the photo, which I guess was taken by my dad.  It shows the Peanuts characters behind me but not the Jefferson Airplane poster that was just above the harvest table on the left  right.  Check out the poster on this Pinterest site, where it's the first one shown.

Old oak tree at farm in fog

Taken a year ago on this day.