Stopped to pick up my mail and bumped into friends Remi and Rosie. They were on their way back from an ice fishing trip in Arizona's White Mountains where they caught only three rainbow trout. Rosie sheepishly volunteered, "I tink eech fesh cost us 400 dollar." I looked at Remi for a resonse."Es good we deed not catch any more." These guys crack me up.
Life is good.
In The Beginning
You see, I was raised in a small Iowa town 50 years ago by two incredible parents. But then, I up and moved to Arizona to become a photographer. This profession has been exceptionally good to me. Depending on the workload and the season, I reside in a number of spots: Nowhere, Tempe or Flagstaff, Arizona or Goldfield, Iowa or Puerto PeƱasco, Mexico. As a part-time resident of the tiny village of Nowhere, I have a unique perspective on the folks who live and work in a place which time has passed by. And, I'd like to share this fascinating place with you. When I'm somewhere other than Nowhere, I'm likely on assignment either for a corporate client or Arizona Highways magazine. And, as this blog matures, I'll be presenting the photography and the stories behind the photography I've shot for the magazine since 1985. And with any technological luck, I'll be providing dispatches to this blog while I'm actually on current assignments. All along, you'll come to know Nowhere and its common people with uncommon problems and personal achievements. Early dispatches offer some background into the town itself while newer dispatches will reveal the character of the townsfolk. Enjoy.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Something's Fishy
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