Saturday, April 30, 2011

Day 30, a picture

Not one, but two:

I took this photo yesterday.  I love the way roses glow in the light of early evening.  This was a "miniature" rose bush that I bought years ago, and now it's chest high.  The flowers grow in bouquets.

Children's Earth Day chalk art
At school the other week, we did chalk drawings for Earth Day. This one was my favorite.

These are the kinds of little things that brighten my day. I don't always have the chance to take pictures of them, but I try to notice them and appreciate them every chance I get.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Day 28, something that stresses me out

Driving.  I'm a nervous driver, and a worse passenger.  I wasn't always this way.  It seems to be getting worse as I get older.

Day 27, pets

Our first dog didn't last long.  I was 8 or 10.  I just remember one day we had this puppy.  He was little and black.  We called him Moochie.  My mom didn't like him.  I was never sure why.  We had him for a few weeks, maybe.  Then one day he was gone.  I was never sure why.  But I've never forgotten him.

We had better luck with YoYo.  She was a poodle-mix that we got from one of my school friends when I was around 12.  She was a good little dog.  Better trained than I was, she never ran through the living room.  Her worst fault was not really her fault at all.  She had wild, thick hair that would get matted if it got too long.  But my dad bought an electric clipper and would disappear with YoYo into the garage, and 2 hours later, she would emerge looking like a little sheared lamb.

Our first dog when we got married was Jonah, a black lab.  He was my first baby. 1980-1991

My sister found Kelly as a stray, and we ended up keeping her.  She had epilepsy.  Grand mal seizures every few weeks. 1982-1992

Maggie, 1994-2004

Boomie, adopted 2002-2011

Marley, 2000 (adopted 2005)-

I've had birds over the years, but not since before we had kids.

 Lizards.  We were heavy into Bearded Dragons for awhile.  Our first, last, and oldest, Spike, died several years ago.

I could go on with the frogs and bugs, but man, there have been so many frogs and bugs.  Let's just leave it at that.

Day 26, a family picture

After my previous post about Granny, I wanted to find another family picture that had her in it.  I found this, already on my hard drive.  Yes, that's my birthday all those people are celebrating.  Where was I?   Shouldn't there have been a shot of me, smearing myself liberally from head to toe with my own birthday cake?  I dunno.  I guess I was taking a nap or something when they took this picture.  Anyway, the woman on the far left is my Grandma Sarah.  The young lady on the far right is my mom.  The other people in between are all long dead:  Uncle Herman, Aunt Fran, Aunt Eva, Granny.

Day 25, a favorite memory

In 1977, my Granny had her 80th birthday.  This was a number befitting of a special celebration, and we did something we had never done before (or since). All of Granny's children and grandchildren accompanied her on an airplane flight from LA to San Diego, just for dinner.  Apart from the feeling of being "jet-setters", (imagine the pretentiousness of flying a mere hundred miles, and coming back the same evening!), it was great fun just being with my cousins and with Granny.   I was able to find a few snapshots of the event.

Meeting at the airport.  From left, my uncle Mo, Granny, Dad

She was so excited!  For a while there, she thought we were all flying to Switzerland!

From left, Lisa, Susi, Kathi

We used to be very close back when I was a kid, but by 1977 I was already in college, and Granny was just beginning to show some early signs of Alzheimer's (though we didn't realize it at the time), but as time went on, all of us cousins grew up and started doing our own thing, and the family get-togethers came fewer and farther apart.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Couldn't wait to share

This was the view from our front porch this morning.  Wet and soggy and gray.

How about THIS for a change of scenery?  I think it was somewhere around Ramona.   I made Jerry pull over so I could take a picture.

Wild succulent!
I was excited to see these succulents growing right out of the embankment, just inches from the road.  It was a winding road with no shoulder, and I was going nuts looking for a turnout that was close to where some of these were growing.   Finally I found these.  They were HUGE, maybe the size of a car hubcap.   Dudlleyas, I think.  There were other kinds that had narrower leaves, but we didn't find a good place to stop and see them.

Anyway, now we are at our little Casita in Borrego Springs.  We've uncorked the wine, fired up the BBQ (and the Wi-Fi) and we're ready for a good time!

Day 24, something I've learned.

Some of the lessons I learned as a child:

If you give your favorite dolly a haircut, a really short, crappy haircut, IT WILL NOT GROW BACK.  EVER.

Sugar is NOT the opposite of salt.  If you over-salt something, adding sugar will not cancel it out.  Or make it better.

Snake poop REALLY stinks.  This is why you should never carry a snake in your pocket.

You can’t buy a 10-cent Fudgsicle®  from the ice-cream truck with ten thousand dollars of Monopoly money.

Take your retainer out BEFORE you go up to the front of the class to give your oral report.

Just because something is labeled NON TOXIC, that doesn't mean it's actually EDIBLE.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Day 23, best vacation

One of my favorite vacations was in 1983. This was before we had kids. We drove to Colorado to visit with Jerry's friend, best man and former co-worker and neighbor (all of those were the same guy!)  We camped out of the back of our Toyota pick up.  Colorado was beautiful.  We were in the Rockies, and there were alpine meadows with a rainbow of flowers blooming.  We also drove through Arizona, Nevada, and Utah in the coming and going, and saw some beautiful country.  The whole trip was about 3 weeks.  It was the longest vacation we ever had, even to this day.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Day 22, my favorite city

I'm not even sure if I have a favorite city.  But I'm going to choose Fullerton, California, because I've been here over 23 years, and it's home.

Here are a couple of links for Fullerton.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Day 21, a picture of me

I generally hate pictures of myself, but I don't mind this one too much even though it's not in focus and my eyes look closed.  I'm actually looking down at Boomie.  This was in December 2004.  Our old dog, Maggie had just died, and poor Boomie was lonely and needy.  We brought Marley home not long after that.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Day 20, nicknames

I've had a few over the years.  Probably the silliest was given to me by my dad when I was very young:
Cindy Mae Klunk. 

In high school, we needed to have Spanish names to use in Spanish class.  Apparently there was no translation for Cindy, so I picked Clara.  I took 4 years of Spanish, and many of my classmates thought Clara was my real name.

My current nickname is Bug Lady, of course!  Maybe it's more of a title than a nickname.  At the arboretum, I am introduced as "Cindy, our Bug Lady".  But I'll take it!

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Day 19, something I miss

As nostalgic as I am, I even miss the trees that are no longer here anymore.  We had our big ficus trees removed years ago, because their root system was damaging our sewer system.  I was sorry to see them go.  Likewise for my neighbor's big pine trees in her yard.  She removed them to brighten up her yard and give her house a little more curb appeal when she sold it.

This picture is from 1991. That's my baby running down the street. That's my neighbor's beautiful tree. Our ficus trees are just out of view, to the right of the picture, but you can see a few leaves in the upper right corner.

The same view today. No trees. My current neighbor likes it that way, I'm sure. He parks his company van likes it's a billboard.  Makes me want to plant something there for the sole purpose of blocking out his van.

Here's my Brice at age 8, in his beloved tree, shortly before we had it removed.
I miss this kid, too.  (I still have him, but he's not like this anymore.)

Monday, April 18, 2011

Day 18, something I regret

I don't like to think about regrets. They are the wouldas and shouldas, the what-ifs and the whys. Mistakes made that I would not like to write about here. I can't undo them. I have to consider them lessons learned and move on.

I will say that one of my biggest sources of regret is my big mouth. I have this tendency to just blurt stuff out. No filter between the brain and the mouth. There have been too many times I have regretted my own words.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Day 16, My dream house

My Dream house

Would be in an area where we could walk to the market, and to a couple of little restaurants. On a quiet street.

It would be oriented to take advantage of the breeze. So that if you open two windows on opposite sides of the house, the breeze flows through the house. We had this at our first house, and just took it for granted. In our current house, the winds blow west to east, and all the windows are facing north and south. You can literally have open every window in the house, and there is no airflow! Makes our long hot summers tough, especially at night.

It would have warm earth tones. Wood and tile floors with area rugs. No more wall to wall carpet.

Plenty of wall space for art and photos.

Lots of kitchen cabinets with well made drawers that slide easily.

A pop out greenhouse window over the kitchen sink.

Plenty of linen storage

My own playroom, with a big art desk (not my old one. A new, better one) and big monitor for my digital art.

And space, maybe in that same room, for a couple of aquariums and terrariums. And bug houses. I promise not to let it get stinky in there.

My bathroom will have all those safety grab-handles in the tub and shower, because let’s face it, I’m getting old and I need to be careful getting in and out of the tub. And while I’m at it, how about a couple of whirlpool jets in my tub?

There will be easy access from kitchen to some kind of outside barbecue and eating area. In other words, a nice patio.

Also in the back yard, of which half of it will not be a stupid, useless hill like what we have now, there will be an avocado tree, a fig tree, and an orange tree. And I will have a large, raised bed for growing vegetables. It will have a fence around it to keep the dog(s) out. And drip irrigation.

In the garage, there will be lots of efficient storage for Jerry’s tools and stuff, AND room to park our cars. Or at least one car. No, both cars. It’s only a dream, anyway.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Day 15, a Bible verse

Luckily I have one. But just one. Back when I was a teenager and feeling a longing for God, I snuck out to Bible study classes, and even bought a Bible. It was a Living Bible, and it was written in simple English. The passages that resonated with me were the ones that I could relate to my life and my problems as a 17 year old, in which my longing for a certain boy figured prominently.
This verse in particular was meaningful enough to me that I copied it in my diary:

Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but when dreams come true there is life and joy.
Proverbs 13:12

Looking now online, I see that many versions of this verse end with "a tree of life", as this one from the New International version:

Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.
I have always liked the visual concept of a tree of life, so I like this version, too.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Day 14, a picture I love

This is my favorite photo of my father in law, Art, from 1986. He's holding my son, Michael. I'm not really wild about the bewildered expression on my baby, but this is the best picture ever of Jerry's dad in his later years. Love his smile. I'm pretty sure it's Jerry's favorite, too. I also like the way Art's weathered hand is gently holding Michael's head. Art died in 1989.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Day 13, Goals

This fall, I will take a one-year sabbatical from all my volunteer duties. Can you even call it a sabbatical when I don't even have a real job? Whatever you call it, I'm taking a year off to explore other options for myself, and maybe do a few things that I've been meaning to do, but kept putting off. So this list is what I hope to accomplish during that time, starting in October or November, but in no particular order.

Go through all my dad's old slides and organize them, and convert to digital.

Take CERT training.

Begin process of fixing up the house (re-do kitchen and bathrooms, paint, etc.)

Teach myself to use Adobe Illustrator well enough to draw a cartoon praying mantis.

And I may add another item or two as they come to mind. They may or may not include such "New Year's Resolution" staples such as improving my health, losing weight, etc. (which I hate as resolutions, because I never stick with them, so mostly I never bother to resolve to do them.)

These are all things I've been meaning to do for years. I don't know what makes me think that I will do any of them just because I'm not out volunteering. It's not like I work 40 hours a week. But I do seem to have trouble doing more than one productive thing per day before I get tired or just not feel like doing anything else. So normally, if I'm at the Arboretum for a couple of hours, I consider the rest of the day to be "shot". I just want to see what else I feel like doing if I take my volunteer duties out of the equation. If I am able to accomplish one or two of the things on this little list, I will be happy.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Day 12, What I believe

I started this post several times, and I kept stopping myself and starting over when it looked like too much negative ranting and rambling.

I believe that the human race as we know it is an endangered species. We have become so smart about some things, yet remain so stupid about other things. The most important things. And it will lead to our downfall. That's the bad part.

But for now, we are still here, and I also believe that there are still good things to be found in this world, and I believe in trying to notice and appreciate them every day. Things like:

The sky.
A mountain.
A flower.
A song.
A smile.
My family.
All creatures great and small.

I receive joy from all these things and more, and they are all a part of who I am.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Day 11, favorite TV shows

I don't watch too much TV. There's not much on that I like nowadays. And besides, we don't have cable, or satellite, or anything else that requires some kind of added hardware and a monthly fee.

I'm not going to write about favorite shows from my childhood, or other shows that are no longer on the air. Just what I'm watching currently.

Mike and Molly. Cute, clever, grown-up comedy without being too vulgar.

Hawaii Five-O. I started watching this because it was on after Mike and Molly, and decided I liked it, especially the chemistry between McGarrett and Danno.

Big Bang Theory. I have been enjoying this show for the past few years, but I can see myself growing tired of it soon, as I often do with long-running sitcoms where the characters become stale and overdone.

Bob's Burgers. This is a new animated comedy on Fox. It has a fair amount of "potty" humor, but it's something funny to watch on a Sunday night.

Other than the above things, I like to watch Good Morning America in the morning sometimes, and my local news in the afternoon. Michael rolls his eyes and groans at this, but I watch them primarily for the anchor people, who I just get attached to somehow, and like to have them in my living room. I don't watch either of those news shows all the way through, because they tend to repeat themselves and/or have a lot of stories that I'm not really interested in.

I like to watch PBS shows like Nature and Nova when I can, but our local PBS stations have changed their programming and I'm not finding my favorites there like I used to.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Day 10, something I'm afraid of

I am nervous by nature, and there have always been things that scare or upset me, but probably the worst has been fire. I'm not a psychiatrist, so I can't say for sure, but I think it started when I was very young and, while on a trip to the grocery store with my parents, curiosity compelled them to stop and peer into a nearby dress shop that had just burned. It was boarded up, but somehow there were cracks or spaces we could peek through. The scene inside was devastating. Everything was black. Some garments were still hanging on the racks, but they had also been blackened. And there was a smell. A horrible smell.

A few years later, I was in the kitchen making toast when the bread must have pressed up against the heating element to the point that it started to burn. And I don't mean a wisp of smoke coming up. This was an angry black cloud billowing up from the toaster. I screamed for my mom. Suddenly, the smoke turned into flames, shooting up and licking at the underside of the cabinet. My toast was going to burn down the house!

I screamed again, this time for my very life, and I remember thinking I sounded like a lady screaming in a movie. A real scream of terror. My mom, who had been in the other room, came to the rescue. Totally unfazed, she unplugged the toaster and pushed it away from under the cabinet, which did have a scorch mark, but never actually caught fire, thank God. My poor toast had pretty much burned itself out by that time.

There was another time. It was my Granny's birthday. Her 69th, I think. We had a birthday cake for her, and it was somebody's idea to put 69 candles on it. This was just a regular-size cake, not a sheet cake, and 69 candles didn't fit. But we put on as many as we could, and when we lit them, the candles all merged into one big flame. This was not something a person could just blow out. I don't know how they got it out, because at that point I ran out of the room.

So now, I'm pretty much afraid of things catching on fire or exploding, (or both), including overheating car engines and barbecues. I have always been afraid to light the barbecue, because it often starts with a "whoosh", and I'm always afraid there's going to be a flash of fire with the "whoosh".
Fortunately, Jerry and I have a deal. Since he changed very few diapers when Michael was a baby, and NONE (would you believe??) of Brice's, I feel that I can be spared the anxiety of being near the barbecue while it ignites until it equals the number of diapers that Jerry didn't change. How many hundreds of barbecue-lightings is that? Surely enough to last the rest of my barbecuing, fire-fearing life.

Saturday, April 09, 2011

Day 9, a picture of my friends

I have friends. Not tons of friends, but enough, I guess. Thanks to Facebook, I still keep in touch with a couple of my friends from high school. But as deep as our friendships were back then, the Facebook "friendships" are pretty superficial. I am still friends with a few of the moms of my sons' classmates when they were little. And I have made good friends with a couple of their teachers. But I don't have any pictures of them. I don't even have a picture of my dear friend, Seon, whom I met when our children were in the same kindergarten class.

But here is a picture of my arboretum friends from our summer pot luck last year. Most of these people are really just friendly acquaintances. Guess that will have to do.

Friday, April 08, 2011

Day 8, Somewhere I've traveled to

In 1976, I flew to Kansas City, MO. It was my first time in an airplane (and I've only flown 2 times since then), and it's still the farthest I've ever been from home.

I was with Fred back then, and we met up with his parents there, who had made the trip in their RV. From the airport, we began our journey westward, stopping first in nearby Leavenworth, Kansas, where Fred had an uncle who was a colonel stationed at Fort Leavenworth.

Sadly, I don't really remember much about the trip, other than what I scribbled into a makeshift journal, most of which consisted of my feelings for Fred, and how happy/hopeful/frustrated/etc. I was to be with him. (I was 19 at the time.) The four of us were together in that camper for about 2 weeks as we road-tripped and RV'd our way slowly home, visiting with other relatives, and stopping at various national parks along the way.

Thursday, April 07, 2011

Day 7, My favorite movie

You know, I'm not really a big movie buff. As a kid, my parents didn't take me to a lot of movies, and as an adult, I often feel like I would rather not spend the money and the time, just to sit and look at a big screen. Besides, the sound in movie theaters is often too loud for my comfort level, especially action and sci-fi movies.

I cringe at violence, hide my eyes at bloody scenes and love scenes alike, and have trouble following the plot in many serious movies. I guess I'm just a big weenie.

You know what movie I liked? Waking Ned Devine. It was a simple story, with simple people, (although maybe a little stereotypical) and gentle humor.

And also Cars. I guess it's just the kid in me that responds to all the cars with their cute little faces and personalities. When I was a little girl, I used to think our old VW had a soul.
And speaking of cars and faces, check out me as a little girl, looking just like Mater. We had the same buckteeth!

Wednesday, April 06, 2011

Day 6: A picture of something that makes me happy

Photobucket This is a picture I saved off the internet several years ago, probably from Cute Overload, just because it's so cute! It appeals to me because of its spontaneity, and the simple joy it projects. (Even if it does make me want to wipe my own tongue with Listerine!)

This photo really expresses the original theme of this blog: random, miscellaneous and trivial. These are the kind of superfluous yet irresistible distractions that just make me smile every time. In a world where we hear too much about wars, disasters, and Charlie F-ing Sheen, an image this can lift your spirits, even if it's just for a moment.

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

Day 5, My siblings

I am the oldest of three girls. I was born in 1956, Donna was born in '58, and Lisa in '62.

Here we are as little girls, I think around 1965. I am on the left, then Donna, then Lisa.

A holiday photo from '09, with my parents.
We are in reverse order here. Notice I have the same hair-do.
As cute as I know I am, (ha ha) I just don't photograph well. That's why I don't post pictures of myself very often. I feel like I look way older and dumpier than my sisters. Probably because I'm heavier, and I don't wear makeup. Anyway....

Donna has been married for almost 24 years and has two sons. She is a bookkeeper, and started running half-marathons last year.

Lisa is a single mom of one daughter, and is a Director of Technology Integration.

Both my sisters live in the same town as my parents, about 40 miles away from me. I don't think there's any bad feelings between us, but still I don't really talk to them very often.

Monday, April 04, 2011

Day 4. My parents

I know that they (well, my mom) do not appreciate "having stuff about them posted on the internet". So I’m not going to say much. Just a few pictures.

Here they are, on their wedding day in 1954. Just a couple of kids, really.

This is a favorite photo I took back in the 70’s.

They have been married almost 57 years. This picture is about 9 years old, but I like it better than any of the more recent ones I have.

I love them. I had a good childhood. (Hell, I’m still having a good childhood.)

Sunday, April 03, 2011

Day 3: My first love

Wow. This could be tricky.

What exactly is a first love? Is it a boy I liked in first grade, Robert A., who one day carried my lunchbox home from school on his pinkie finger to show his strength? (Hey, this was first grade, in the 60's. We didn't have backpacks or even any books to carry home back then.)

Could it be the boy I pined for during most of my sophomore and junior years of high school? Who I sat next to in Spanish class, who smelled so good, had such big brown eyes, and never knew I was alive?

Maybe it was my first "real boyfriend", Marcos. The first one I made out with. I thought I was in love, but it only lasted a few months.

I hope it wasn't that big jerk, Kevin, (that I also thought I was in love with) that I wasted losing my virginity to.

I also hold a special place in my heart for Freddie, who I loved passionately for about 4 years, but who was ultimately never able to return the feelings. Not in the way I needed him to, anyway.

There is another love, though. That lasted through and beyond all those other mere boys, and I still love today.

Yes, my only first love that has remained true and continues to warm my heart...
The one that captivated me from the very first moment...
The one that I still keep a collection of mementos for...
The one that I still dream of at night...
The praying mantis!

Silly, but true! This love of bugs is a big part of who I am.

I remember the first time I saw a praying mantis. I was in first grade, and we were lined up outside the classroom, getting ready to come in from lunch. As we stood there, one kid pointed and said, "Look at that big praying mantis on the wall!" I was fascinated. Intrigued. The mantis was up too high on the wall for us to reach, but I soon found others. I found there were many in my own yard at home. And the rest is history.

Here I am, at around age 8, with a praying mantis on my finger. But look at my face. How I adored that critter!

Look at this face. What's not to love?

Saturday, April 02, 2011

Day 2: Meaning behind the blog name

This blog started out like a junk-drawer. Filled with an assortment of "things" I wanted to keep, but had no better place for, and "stuff" that I didn't really need but didn't want to get rid of. It was originally meant to be "random, miscellaneous and trivial", as in no serious ranting or personal drama. But life does get serious sometimes, and so do my posts on occasion, so I added the disclaimer, "May also contain deliberate, important items."

Like any good junk drawer, or maybe a box under the bed, it has its forgotten treasures. In this case, it's all the postings from my old art blog. Good thing this is a virtual box of unlimited size to hold all the things and stuff that I decide to throw in here.

Friday, April 01, 2011

A month of posting

Well, we'll see.
I found this one-a-day meme that runs for 30 days. I thought I'd give it a try for the month of April. Here's what it consists of:
Day 1-Introduce, recent picture, 15 interesting facts
Day 2-Meaning behind your blog name
Day 3-Your first love
Day 4-Your parents
Day 5-Your siblings
Day 6-A picture of something that makes you happy
Day 7-Favorite movies
Day 8-A place you’ve traveled to
Day 9-A picture of your friends
Day 10-Something you’re afraid of
Day 11-Favorite TV shows
Day 12-What you believe
Day 13-Goals
Day 14-A picture you love
Day 15-Bible verse
Day 16-Dream house
Day 17-Something you’re looking forward to
Day 18-Something you regret
Day 19-Something you miss
Day 20-Nicknames
Day 21-Picture of yourself
Day 22-Favorite city
Day 23-Favorite vacation
Day 24-Something you’ve learned
Day 25-Favorite memory
Day 26-Picture of your family
Day 27-Pets
Day 28-Something that stresses you out
Day 29-3 Wishes
Day 30-a picture

And here's Day 1
15 interesting facts about me.
(These are facts. They may or may not actually be interesting.)

I was born in 1956. In some ways, I feel like I’m still 12.

I had my first period at 13, and my last at 47. (it’s easier to feel 12 when you don’t have periods.)

I was born with congenital hip dysplasia. I was in a cast as a baby, and I wasn’t able to walk until I was 2 years old. When I was a kid, I was teased for running “funny”.

I feel increasingly nostalgic for the 1970’s. I feel like I was at my best then, physically and creatively, and it’s been a long downhill slide ever since.

I’ve been married to Jerry since December, 1979.

I didn’t get my driver’s license until I was 21. Late bloomer in that regard. Go figure.

My first real job was in Woolworth’s. I started in the men’s department, and soon transferred to pets. (They sold fish and birds) My cousin hooked me up with a job at JVC, in their parts department. This was the beginning of a several-year career (if you can call it that) in the electronics parts industry. I quit working when we started our family.

I breastfed both of my babies. I was a member of La Leche League for several years, and still think breastfeeding is one of the best things a mother can do.

I would much rather be out in nature than visit a place like Disneyland or Las Vegas.

I hate confrontations. Sometimes denial, or avoidance, is just easier for me.

I make noise in my sleep. You could call it snoring. My family calls it “the scream of the Yeti”.

I have no one single favorite food. I have many favorites, and few foods that I will not eat. Kasha is one that I've long hated. I tried menudo once, and I couldn't get past the smell, but it was menudo from a can, and I won't write it off until I've tried home made.

I have a good memory for color. In my mind I can see the brilliant turquoise tummy feathers of my first parakeet, and the moss-green sweater that I "permanently borrowed" from a friend as a teenager.

I am of Jewish heritage, but do not practice the faith. At this point, I don’t feel like I could ever be part of any organized religion. I prefer to remain neutral.

Here's my recent picture, taken last month in the desert. Not very close up, I know. I like it better this way. Here I am doing what I like to do best, being out in nature.