The Ride Down ...

I'm feeling a little concerned. There is a steep descent coming up and the "brakeman" in the back seems to be looking at the scenery and the "driver" in front seems a little casual. I don't know, but shouldn't they be doing something?

Reflections

Sitting in my study today with little to do and no plans.

Maybe I'll while away my time daydreaming about what might have been.

I hear something buzzing above me, I look up ...

Flyfishing

While visiting with my good friend Winslow Homer recently in New England I had a chance to show off my skills with a fly casting rig. Winslow was so impressed that he insisted that I hold this pose so he could sketch it. He then offered to make dinner for us, Dory was willing as long as she wasn't on the menu.

Huh ???

Reading through the NY Times the other day I came across this.

WASHINGTON — Gen. Stanley A. McChrystal, the leader of American and NATO forces in Afghanistan, was shown a PowerPoint slide in Kabul last summer that was meant to portray the complexity of American military strategy, but looked more like a bowl of spaghetti.

“When we understand that slide, we’ll have won the war,” General McChrystal replied.

Yikes, if that's true, things don't look so good ... however, I do like spaghetti ...

I'm On My Way

After hearing a commotion below I look down to see my brother coming into view. He's making more of an effort and doing a little better than I expected. Perhaps my initial thoughts of him really slowing down the ascent were a little premature and hopefully our 4 day target to climb the "Nose" can be met.

Waiting ...

Usually when I go on a trip with my brother I spend a good amount of time waiting for him.

This trip was no exception.

We traveled to Yosemite to climb El Capitan. Here I sit on a ledge 900 feet up waiting for him.

At this rate it will take more than a week to make the climb.

Sailing

I was really excited about the America's Cup race until I saw my crew! First of all, they were a little short for the job and fresh out of the forest. They didn't know the first thing about sailing and they kept asking "where"s Snow? where's Snow?" until I thought I'd go crazy!

Posing ...

"My son, James, asked me to pose for him in 1871. I'll do anything for my son, I really will, but I've been sitting like this now for a long time. I hope he finishes the painting soon; I'm getting just a little tired." Luckily I have a picture of my brothers and sister to look at for inspiration.