Three Knuckleheads. As Jayne (r) Gets Older, He Spends More Time With The Sisters, And They Play A Bit;

The man who raised me. 23 years after his passing, 3-21-2000; certain songs remind me sharply of how much I miss his voice and presence...I know in my heart that gentle Warrior flys free, as, from time to time, Red-tailed Hawks pay closer attention to me than should be warranted. On his birthday, 06/17.

Right up front: this ain't a "poor pitiful me" post. Life on life's terms is what it is. So, at the beginning of the year, I got some unwelcome news after a prostate check, followed up by a biopsy; I am now officially one of those fellas around the country diagnosed with cancer. I am told it's quite curable, but this will involve removing the traitorous organ, and other significant changes. To my mind it beats the shit out of an early dirt nap. What I am leading up to is this: if you're a fella over 50, do yourself a favor and Get. Checked. Regardless of your age, pay attention to what your body is telling you, and you just might live a lot longer.

Mr. Jayne, one year old on May 1. He is becoming a very Good Boi!

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I RIDE as do many of my Friends and Loved Ones. When you Drive, PLEASE Be Aware of your Surroundings. The LIFE you save might be MINE or Someone I Know and LOVE ❤️

Riding the Mackay Loop, up into the Sawtooth Range, 2009, with Kev, Steve, & Brett...and now it’s just Steve and I. Big Kev and Brett have passed the Veil...miss you, my brothers. Looking forward to being in Idaho again.

I forgot how nerve wracking hand-shaping small opals can be...successful, though!

Morena, 5 years old. Photography by my son, R. Gunner V.

On the road west, riding the Columbia River Gorge, with my Road Dog Solid(reflected in my face sheild)...GBNF, my brother, ride the wind

Bracelet repairs. New clasp for the links, and soldering a broken bracelet back together. That clasp was a challenge!

Well, actually, sometimes it is...no Coke today, though