Author Archives: Pinch

Has it really been that long? 14 years? Holy jumping. Newport, Rhode Island, mom and dad were on their way up to Nova Scotia for a visit and the timing of their being able to be at the grad ceremony … Continue reading →

Nice view. I miss that perspective on life.   

Is this thing on?? 😁 Back on the step. Still trying to break loose out of this hospital. It’s all admin stuff now keeping me here, not medical. I’ll post more later and definitely when I get home.

This print was made by my friend Dan Teker, a few years ago.  Dan creates these beautiful and personalized squadron prints and they are some of the best out there. Detailed, accurate and as I mentioned, personalized, he created this … Continue reading →

I’ve been in the new house, Casa de Pinch 2.0, for 4 nights now. This morning it’s slightly overcast but no rain. Quiet as can be with the exception of the usual bird songs and a woodpecker pecking the bejezzus … Continue reading →

Don’t get me going on how they pick these “Supermoon” names.  Worm. Blood.  Wolf.  Suffice it to say its a full moon and that provides a nice opportunity t get some classic moon-rise shots over the mountains of western North … Continue reading →

There’s a reason why they are called the Smokey Mountains.  This shot is from the front deck of the home of my parents for the past 25 years, near Cullowhee, North Carolina. One wakes up to this on many a … Continue reading →

Back in 2013 I made a trip up to Nova Scotia for my college Homecoming, it being 30 years since I graduated from Acadia University. I flew from DC up to Boston, rented a car and drove the rest of … Continue reading →

I have a sort-of ongoing theme that I call “Why We Fly.” We fly not always because we have to, but often because we love to.  I’ll try to post some more of these photos in the days ahead. In … Continue reading →

The view off Mama’s deck this morning. Hoping it’s a good sign the the house closing that I’m looking to have happen this week is the right thing to do. The butterflies are startin’ to flap around in the old … Continue reading →