Lone Wolf Concerto

  I left California when I was in my early thirties. Transplanted myself in the Missouri Ozarks, West Texas, and now Tennessee. When I aband...

   Note: I re-post this at the end of every summer. Why? Because I like it.   Jon   Dwelling continuously in the past is for idle dreamers. ...

It's nearly impossible to be raised in Southern California and not - in at least some small way - be affected by the movie industry. I...

The Tournament of Roses Parade in 1903 Horse-drawn carriage covered in pampas grass The Tournament of Roses Parade in Pasadena, Ca...

I got a request on my previous post from blogger John Gray of  Going Gently  He wants to see a photo of the painting that is hanging a...

Nearly every morning the mountains are shrouded with gentle fog. It lingers in the canyons and weaves listlessly among the naked branche...

It's a gorgeous Tennessee morning:  light snow, frigid temperatures, a sharp, crisp wind. A trio of whitetail deer bounded across my...