There are a lot of images of the solar eclipse of 2017. Images of massive celestial bodies roaring through the vacuum of space and happening to align briefly in such a immensely spectacular way that our ancestors fell to their knees and knew the gods were coming to destroy all they controlled. Images that one could describe as: jaw-dropping or awe-inspiring or breath-taking or otherworldly.

I present to you my own image of that eclipse.

I think one could describe it as: adorable.

Just some space pals passing through

This was the view when I watched it through some supremely fashionable eclipse glasses. Put the glasses on my camera to see what would happen, and wound up with this shot of the just the sweetest, most unassuming lil eclipse.


Being able to see a (partial) solar eclipse was absolutely incredible. Nature knocked it out of the park when it came up with that idea. Thanks, nature.

Photo I took at Grand Prismatic in Yellowstone National Park

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I recently spent a few days camping in Yellowstone in Wyoming. So many buffalo encounters and such alien, gorgeous scenery. It was amazing being in the park after most people had left. Being able to see Ol Faithful erupt while sitting on the porch of the lodge with one or two other people around. Being stuck behind a buffalo in my car by myself, the two of us just hanging out. It’s a surreal part of the world.

Oh and, only the healthiest snacks while living in the woods.

Mannequins left in the attic of an second hand shop – taken with my Rebel K2 (film)

I like thrift stores and second hand stores. Someone loved a Thing then stopped loving the Thing then sold the Thing for money then someone else came to own the Thing in hopes that someone else will love the Thing and decide to own the Thing.

Or maybe the Thing will just gather dust and mold and decay in an attic until it’s forgotten forever.

Humans and Things are neat.

Interior of the asylum outside of Tuscaloosa, Alabama I took with my Rebel K2 on film.

Being devious teenagers way back when, we broke the law and snuck in to what is sometimes called Old Bryce, but officially named the Alabama Insane Hospital, to explore. Had to park in a far away lot to avoid suspicion and hike through brush and briars to reach it. Also had to sneak our way back out when we saw cop cars pull up. Fascinating and dark history behind this place that was shut down due to concerns about the way patients were being treated.

By 1970, however, the concept of patients remaining in the hospital for long periods of time while at the same time working productively became a subject of public concern, especially as many citizens felt that patients were retained by the hospital as a source of free labor.