We had just descended from the top of the Mayan temple Coba

We had just descended from the top of the Mayan temple Coba








I’ve been away for a few days- delayed on the return trip, though fortunate to have Wile E. Young and John Baltisberger by my side in East Texas. Here you can see them dragging me inside when I became entranced by the Sirens of the Bayou.





Five years ago, just staring at the Egg on Empire Plaza. A spaceship? Nope, a theater.

A reminder for anyone going to Stokercon next year… you can have your photo taken with a giant Mr. Rogers. This one was taken ten years ago, but Fred Rogers still waits by the river.

The ocean waited deep inside the fog. The circus tent, however, had appeared overnight… the heavy mist smelled of buttered popcorn and elephants and clown makeup…

Random photos from Japan. From temples to underground music clubs, illuminated art to love motels, we saw a lot.








On what would have been Suzanne’s 64th birthday, I was going to post a photo of her with a cake, but what I really want to remember are all the wonderful, weird, happy adventures and joys we shared. Here we had found a deserted bar in Mexico and hung out with a few friends.
