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Field of Daisies |
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In Olympic National Park in Washington State, there is an incredibly beautiful place called Hurricane Ridge, apty named for the incessantly violent wind. If you can handle the wind, you will find the most amazing wildflowers you have seen in your entire life. This from someone that could care less about wildflowers in general. This picture isn't one of the most remarkable pictures I took on that particular day, but I'm working on digging up the rest of them. |
The famous vertical waterfall |
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I'm not sure why I call this the vertical waterfall picture since I've yet to see a non-vertical waterfall, even when I'm taking illegal narcotics. This amazing waterfall is located somewhere in Oregon and nearly caused me to drive off the road. It's entirely unmarked, but a glimpse of it can be caught between the trees just as you exit a tunnel somewhere (not sure where). There is a crude path down to the base of it and this was taken about halfway from the road to the base of the waterfall. I have dozens of other pictures of this waterfall which I will be sure to scan in and put up here sometime in the future. This is probably among the five best pictures I have ever taken, in my opinion. |
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A really scary scarecrow |
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Eeek! This is a scarecrow that my brother Rob made in a field near my Mom's house where he has a field of vegetable crops and corn and stuff like that. Known as the 'rakish scarecrow,' this being of wood, cloth, and rubber did a commendable job at scaring away birds and raising the eyebrows of our neighbors. |
Daisy, the coolest dog in the world |
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Meet Daisy, the fearless and always smiling dog. Native to the moutains of North Carolina, Daisy has never once set foot inside a house and is quite happy to roll in the mud, snow, sleet, rain, or whatever she might find outside. If she likes you, maybe she will kill a rabbit and bring it right to where you are sitting on the porch, and wait for you to scratch her ears | ![]() |
Her faithful sidekick, Teddy, is not pictured here because photographic technology hasn't evolved to the point where large beasts can be photographed in a single frame of film. Even though Daisy now lives several hundred miles away from me, I still think of her as my dog. She would hate living anywhere near a city, so it is best this way. She almost always has a big smile on her face as she does in this picture here. | |
My little home |
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From early 1994 until March of 1996, this is the place that cricket called home. I lived in the left half of this symmetric townhouse thingee, with my cool walkway leading across the 'moat' to my front door. Downstairs, there was a kitchen, living room with fireplace, dining room, deck, and huge screened in porch which you can see on the left of the picture. Upstairs is where I lived along with my trusty washer and dryer and my horribly messy and annoying roommate. |
This house was one of only two things I will miss when I leave Chapel Hill, the other being the people I worked with, and to a lesser degree, my job itself. Even though I lived less than a mile from downtown and where I worked, I was on the edge of rural Chapel Hill, which is very nice and quiet. But at least I have this picture to remember my cool, happening pad. |