Tuesday, May 30, 2006


I remember very clearly how much I hated preparing and planting the vegetable garden that my father planned every year. So it is with an appropriate amount of irony that I, too, will force my children to help me plant mine. So far, they don't mind much, and to be honest, they don't really help all that much either. The biggest problem now is not preventing one of the kids from killing a plant before it gets into the ground, but rather preventing one of them from smacking the other in the head with a shovel (accidentally of course).

Monday, May 22, 2006

Vanishing Point

Sometimes hotels are just too darn big.

Camera: Nikon D70

Monday, May 15, 2006

Once in a Blue Moon

This is a series of pictures I took during the Great Lunar Eclipse of '04. The moon gets more orange than blue during totality, so I suppose I should have used a different title for this post. Anyway, the pictures that make up this composition were taken over a span of about two hours and then stitched together. Fortunately for me, I didn't have to spend that whole time outside manning the camera. I would run outside, take a picture, then run back inside and have a snack. Run outside, take another picture, then run back inside and have a drink. Run outside, take another picture, then run back inside a watch some TV. Lather, rinse, repeat.

(This is a wide picture, so you may have to scroll to the right to see the whole thing.)

Camera: Nikon D70

Monday, May 01, 2006

Wabbit Season, Duck Season, Baseball Season

Today, my boy is a man. He has played his first baseball game. Good ol' number 10.

Okay, so he's only 6 years old and it's only T-ball, but it's a start. For those unfamiliar with T-ball, let me give you the executive summary. Instead of hitting a ball from a pitcher, you hit a stationary ball off a tee. Instead of being called out when the ball beats you to first base, you always get there safely. Instead of changing sides when there are three outs, the whole team gets to bat in each inning. (I guess that is a corollary to the "everybody gets to first safely" rule.) Instead of the game ending after a certain number of innings, it ends when it is too dark and/or cold to play, or when the parents start to complain too vociferously*.

Most parents on Long Island want their children to grow up to be doctuhs and loiyuhs. I know it's a long shot, but it would be kind of cool if my son became a baseball player. He says "astronaut" now, but I have some time to work on him.

*Jackie's favorite word

Camera: Nikon D70s