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.

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.

With an osprey on top for scale. I like to think the ospreys take advantage of the weather tower equipment or at least have been deputized by the National Weather Service.

Stopped by recently.


The wind is up and the kiteboarders are aloft.



Hanging out on Hanging Rock

But really I’m celebrating with a walk on the beach after sending off a 2,500 word story which I managed to write and edit this weekend. I haven’t been that productive in a while. Plus the story lies at the intersection of baseball and body horror. Summer is in the air!

Did I sell a book to my bartender? Yes I did.
