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The next iteration in the development of my logo. Artwork by Pete Olivas.

"Had both my parents been around, I probably would have done something completely different with my life. I think all performers come from a place of self-doubt and pain. Ray Romano said once, very accurately and hilariously, that if his dad had spent more time with him he would have been an accountant instead of a comedian. I think that anybody who wants to get on stage or tell jokes or sing songs has some sort of, at a fundamental level, desire to be paid attention to, and I'm no different. But my mother instilled in me an incredible desire to learn and an incredible curiosity about the world and an incredible joy in achieving things. And she also put me in creative-writing classes and acting classes when I was a little kid and encouraged me to do stuff. So that's probably the biggest influence in what got me here." - Jon Hamm "If my father had hugged me even once, I'd be an accountant right now." - Ray Romano Performance = the gracefu...

"Either way, you just have to be immoderate. Like, dress like a slut or a mogul, but don't dress like a mid-level regional sales manager, ever." - Jonathan Adler

The clouds looked promising this evening, so I headed to Signal Hill. It didn't turn out as I had hoped, and there were lots of people milling about, so I didn't get my image, but it was lovely to be out photographing. I need to get out more.

I have a vision in my mind's eye of the Signal Hill petroglyph underneath a pink and orange monsoon sunset. This evening looked promising, so I ran out there, a little bit late, but didn't get what I was hoping for. Still, it was a lovely evening. A beautiful rattlesnake was coiled up on the trail. I let him be and walked around him. As I was taking this picture, I watched some other folks coming down the trail from the parking lot. When they encountered the snake, they spent 10 minutes antagonizing the snake with sticks, then got back in their car and left without ever seeing the petroglyphs.

My neighbor Roy getting zapped tonight:

I was in the field today measuring the resistance to remote earth of ground grids around transmission towers. There was a terrific thunderstorm going off to the southeast right at sunset making a magnificent double rainbow. I got my point and shoot camera out and was photographing the rainbow. No tripod, so this was all hand held. I saw a lightning strike in the distance and heard corona on the overhead shield conductor right above my head, so I knew the lightning was hitting the line I was working on. Catching a lightning bolt by pressing the camera shutter is all but impossible as are long exposures during the day without a tripod, so I switched to video at 30 frames per second hoping to catch a lightning strike. Voilà: Update: Turns out, another photographer caught this exact lightning bolt from a location west of me. He posted his image on Facebook and it went viral. The story of his shot . His image . Pretty photos (if you are a power systems engineer):

At Box yesterday:

Making ground resistance measurements in the field yesterday:

Hysterical. Very clever.

From my back porch, looking southeast at sunset.

I have been working in northwestern New Mexico this week and took the opportunity to visit Shiprock.

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Signal Hill just after sunset. Petroglyphs created by prehistoric people we call Hohokam, 500 to 1100 A.D. Nikon D800E, 14mm, f22, 30 seconds. Metal Halide flashlight on the petroglyphs. Elsewhere at Signal Hill, there are petroglyphs of antelope and humans, but I am always drawn to this rock with its spirals and suns. The spirals are for me a contemplation of infinity, an enso that never stops growing to encompass everything new, and the rays of light emanating from the suns remind me of the ancient Egyptian depiction of Aten radiating energy to Akhenaten and his family (Nefertiti and three daughters). Today is Independence Day. Celebratory fireworks were going off as I took these pictures. I am very fortunate to have tremendous freedom and opportunity. Aten's flux radiates on me as well and the Hohokam artist's endless spiral circles around to encompass me and my photography and storytelling. Of course, it is also possible the Hohokam artists were kids doodling gr...

My Maui swim buddies, a few hours before I got on da plane to leave.

The view from 10,000', atop Haleakala on Maui.   The Milky Way behind Argyroxiphium S andwicense subspecies Macrocephalum, the Haleakalā Silversword 60 second exposures made with my point and shoot sitting on a rock.   Inside the crater. Alpenglow at sunset.

Wait for it ... Wait for it ... Wait for it ...   KAPOW!

San Xavier Mine, south of Tucson, about 100' underground.

I am intense. I like my toast dark.

I do my thing and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, And you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful. If not, it can't be helped. - Fritz Perls

I was planning to do the Old Pueblo 50 mile trail run last weekend, but my training fell apart back around Halloween. Between traveling for work, sailing across the Tasman Sea, and coming down with a terrible virus, I was nowhere near ready to run 50 miles. So I volunteered at the 40 mile aid station. It was a great inspiration to see all the athletes come through. Dear friend Angela volunteered her Saturday and snapped this photo of a homeless man that ate a lot of our food:  Even the poopers came out to support the athletes (by barking at their wives\girlfriends\dogs).

Typhoon Maria is in the lower right hand corner of the image, about to plow into Catnip at anchor in Yeppoon.

Excerpts from emails from Dwight over the last few weeks: January 28, 2015 I've found a safe place to leave Catnip. It's at the Yeppoon Inlet. And my neighbor George will keep an eye on it. I'm heading south, and doing my Walkabout. February 14, 2015 I surfed my way down the coast. I'm in the Blue Mountains now. February 27, 2015 Yeppoon just got hit with a category 5 cyclone. It pushed Catnip up onto the rocks, and put couple of holes in her. Fortunately the multi flotation chambers keep her afloat. I'm doing repairs during low tide when she sits on the sand.

May first adventure in Baja was in 1985 with Norman, StevO, and Wade. My Grandma and Grandpa had been there a few years before me. Catherine Louee Davidson-Davenport (1912-1999) and William Hartman Davenport (1909-1987). Even my Mom adventured in Baja. My Mother Catherine Dalene Davenport, my Grandpa William Hartman Davenport, my Great Grand Mother Johnnie Annie Robert Pauline Estelle Frost-Davidson, and my Grandma Catherine Louee Davidson-Davenport. Mom notes that Grandma was proud of her nice legs. 1948.

Left to right: My Great-Grand-Father Joseph James Davidson (1885-1938), my Great-Uncle David Davidson (1919-1996), my Great-Grand-Mother Johnnie Annie Robert Pauline Estel Frost-Davidson (1886-1971). My Great-Grand-Father worked for the railroad and I presume this photo was taken outside the "Colored Waiting Room" of the Russellville, Arkansas train station, circa 1937. This photo came to me via Great-Uncle David's wife, Dottie Davidson, now 92 years old.

I have a thirsty fish in me that can never find enough of what it is thirsty for! Show me the way to the ocean! Break these half-measures, these small containers. All this fantasy and grief.  ------------------------------------ Are you jealous of the ocean's generosity? Why would you refuse to give this joy to anyone? Fish don't hold the sacred liquid in cups! They swim the huge fluid freedom. --------------------------------------- This is how it always is when I finish a poem. A great scilence overcomes me, and I wonder why I ever thought to use language.

Italy with Mom and Dad, October 2015. Mass with Francis. Pompeii. Size myself up against David. Photograph and record whale songs, Baja California Sur , Mexico The Buddhist Pilgrimage, ideally walking to: ·          Lumbini, Nepal: birthplace of Siddhārtha Gautama ·          Bodh Gaya, India: where Gautama became the Buddha, and where my friend Bablu has a school for untouchables ·          The deer park at Sarnath, India: where Buddha first taught ·          Kusinagara, India: where the Buddha died Photo safari in Kenya , July 2016 Photocopy Sanskrit texts in Ladakh Mountain Gorillas in Rwanda Jane Goodall’s research center at Gombe National Park , Tanzania The entire south Pacific, but probably Sulawesi first.

"The last thing I want to be is a domesticated bourgeoisie in a white-picket-fence house with a minivan, wife and 2 point 5 children." - Scott Horton, provoked into a moment of clarity Isn't it interesting how one person's heaven is another person's hell? Thoreau is next on my reading list. "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation."

  Ah poor man, why is the god of earthquakes so dead set against you? Strewing your way with such a crop of troubles! But he can't destroy you, not for all his anger. Just do as I say. You seem no fool to me. Strip off those clothes and leave your craft for the winds to hurl, and swim for it now, you must, strike out with your arms for landfall there, Phaeacian land where destined safety waits. Here, take this scarf, tie it around your waist - it is immortal. Nothing to fear now, neither pain nor death.

100% positive feedback on the hat. No comments on the pro camera work. 100% ridicule on the sunblock.

I went to the zendo this morning for sutra chanting and zazen. Some lines from Torei Zenji's Bodhisattva's Vow on the usefulness of abuse struck me as particularly relevant: That very abuse conveys the Buddha's boundless loving-kindness. It is a compassionate device to liberate us entirely from the mean-spirited delusions we have built up with our wrongful conduct from the beginning-less past. With our open response to such abuse we completely relinquish ourselves, and the most profound and pure faith arises. At the peak of each thought a lotus flower opens, and on each flower there is revealed a Buddha. Everywhere is the Pure Land in its beauty. We see fully the Tathagata's radiant light right where we are. Perhaps Janis Joplin sang it over the Coral Sea even more poetically: That's Australia off our port side, Brisbane behind us, headed north to the Great Barrier Reef. Dwight shared with me on the trip that his mother taught him that you can have s...