Author: doug

He has a rough life.

Thanks to Greg for introducing me to what is my new favorite sipping whiskey. High West Campfire has sweetness from bourbon, spiciness from rye, and smokiness from scotch. You can see from the level in the bottle that I’ve already had a few glasses.

I have some 8mm home movies from my parents, from the 1960s. I’m taking macro photos of a few frames to see if I think they’re worthwhile to get digitized. From what I can tell, the quality is about what you’d expect from tiny 8mm frames, no autofocus, no auto-exposure, with an inexpensive camera, in the hands of an amateur. And I think I need a projector to even have a chance of figuring out what I’m looking at. But here are my dad’s parents; I think they are walking through a doorway in some sort of thatched wall.

For some reason, the earpiece ends of both sides of my sunglasses snapped off while in the case in my briefcase. For the second time in my life, I don’t have time to get my glasses repaired before we leave for the Vineyard. But in this case, my home repair — electrical heat-shrink tubing — may be the permanent fix.

Chipmunks undermined part of our front walk. I re-set some of the pavers today, and took the opportunity to make the side where there used to be steps a bit less awkward-looking.

At some point it just turns into burning the end of your stick.

A sharp knife is a safe knife.

Note: If you come to dinner at our house, your steak knife will be sharp enough to cut your thumb clean off. Be forewarned.

On our way out of North Conway, we took a quick stop along the Kancamangus to enjoy some waterfalls on the Swift River.

It has been years — perhaps decades — since Lis and I have been to Lost River in New Hampshire. So as part of our Conway trip, we drove the Kancamangus Highway for a return visit. Here we have a granite pothole, accentuated by the fisheye lens.

Bonus: I took this photo because I was unable to read these words in the dim light inside one of the caves, and wanted to know what they said. Amazingly, the new camera focused properly and produced a usable shot.

This is Brody, the resident Shelty at our B&B in North Conway this weekend. Brody is fat. He has 3 things going against him: 1. he lives at a B&B with guests who sneak him bacon; 2. the awful winter of 2014/2015 robbed him of the pad skin on one of his feet, so exercise is difficult; 3. he’s adorable, making #1 all the more likely.