A familiar sight for anyone who has driven into Park City from the airport.
A view of the waterway that flows through Kentucky and northern Tennessee.
Stopping long enough to admire the workmanship below my feet.
A quick trip to the city where I’d spend my summers growing up. Thanks for tearing down Opryland AND MY YOUTH, NASHVILLE.
The surprises of the yard unfolding each season.
If a picture of yourself is a selfie, then I guess these are called footies?
Not bad for a photo taken from the back seat of a car.
Oddly, of the 1700 times I’ve been to San Francisco I’ve never been here.
No, it’s not the Bahamas, but you do not see me complaining one bit.
Monsoon season in full effect up and over the Mexican Plateau.