The whole Nagai-Bailey family posing for a foot portrait – This photograph was taken by daughter Diana time-delayed and tinted to give it that classic feel – The cropping was done to concentrate focus on the most important aspect of this composition, the feet and toes… Continue reading
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Mama Diana and baby Xander – I’m terrible with ages so hazarding a guess as to age here is a risk and I’m risk averse around ages – On the other hand I’d guess that Xander must be 8 months or so, certainly less than a year – But that’s a guess only so don’t hold me to it in any legal sense – Otherwise just check it out and enjoy it for what it is, a perspective on life…
On December 7, 1941 the imperial navy of the nation of Japan launched a sneak attack on the U.S. naval base at Pearl Harbor on the island of Hawaii. This led due to wartime hysteria and racial prejudice to the forced evacuation and internment of 120,000 persons of Japanese heritage away from the west coast of America. My family spent from August 1941 through October 1945 in a concentration camp in the southeastern corner of Colorado, a bleak desert-like area of the state. This is my family, and that’s me the elder of the two sons dressed in my patriotic navy uniform…
Soon after our arrival in Eugene we were visiting the downtown area and came across these two denizens as a sort of welcoming committee – Being from Berkeley, CA, this was something that made us feel right at home – We’d heard there was a 60s hippie contingent living in town and this confirmed its presence for us…
This is a crosswalk in Ashland, OR – During a trip to see several plays we were crossing the street and came across this sight – This is for all my OCD friends – After the initial cringe, have a little laugh…
Snowy Owl banked to his left, and caught the updraft coming off the butte overlooking the river. He could feel the weather was changing — the long endless winter night was drawing to a close, and the land of the midnight sun was beginning to emerge from its peaceful slumber. Below him, Arctic Wolf was padding along a well-beaten path through the snow alongside the river. Caribou herds had cut this path through the snows early last fall, using it to cross the low-lying tundra plains. Wolf was lean, and some would say mean, from his long night foraging, from his hunts late into the extended Arctic night. This is the life of a lone wolf in the Arctic wilds.
One day I was talking with my grandson, Casey, and he wanted me to tell him the world’s worst joke. I asked him why the world’s worst joke, and he said he thought it would be funny. I told him I didn’t know any jokes, world’s worst or otherwise, but that I would try to think of some.
Knight Pancho Sanza leaned against an ancient oak tree and looked thoughtfully out over the pleasant valley as the rays of the sun at first light bathed the castle walls in a warm amber glow. He was tired from his long journey home, but was still vigilant and alert. “It is deceivingly beautiful, isn’t it?” came a soft voice behind him. Knight Sanza’s faithful traveling companion, Donkey Hotei, stepped to his side and the two looked out over the tranquil valley. “Why do you say that?” asked Knight Sanza. “What the eye beholds is so beautiful, yet beneath the surface there is such great evil,” came the reply. The two stood in the growing morning light, and watched in silence for a long time. “They say a 
