About the Author

My Story

I cannonballed into life & made some colossal mistakes, profound discoveries, and glanced off near-misses with far too much regularity. Through these happenstances, I met people who touched me to the core. The cumulative experiences of beings and adventures, shaped and reshaped me as I Brailled my way through. Now, with my dog by my side, living on the coast range of Oregon, I am taking the chance to share those people and times. 

A collection of poetic works entitled "To Walk the North Direction" was released in early ‘24 & I have hopes that people will invest in poetry & reading. My novel, Black Dragonfish--a memoir, comes out in 2025. Will update as dates become firm. Meantime, enjoy!

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Blackfeet Nation, Browning MT

Blackfeet Nation, Browning MT

My friend Tak, when I worked with the folks coming over from Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia & Burma, post Vietnam war

My friend Tak, when I worked with the folks coming over from Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia & Burma, post Vietnam war

Working as a ranch manager

Working as a ranch manager

Taking meals up in the mountains to the ROK army

Taking meals up in the mountains to the ROK army

Security Guard

Security Guard

First attempt at being a cowboy (black hat)

First attempt at being a cowboy (black hat)

Pallet jack as skateboard; telephone co.

Pallet jack as skateboard; telephone co.

Me, Clara, & T when I worked as a painter/ artist. This shot taken in Mexico.

Me, Clara, & T when I worked as a painter/ artist. This shot taken in Mexico.

Me working a yarder to fix my yard

Me working a yarder to fix my yard

My view out the window for one year

My view out the window for one year

Rocky, me, & Party Patty (& photo bomber) not knowing we were being poisoned

Rocky, me, & Party Patty (& photo bomber) not knowing we were being poisoned

Dance Crew at the Kim-chi Club

Dance Crew at the Kim-chi Club

Marriage to a political prisoner

Marriage to a political prisoner

Building trails in the Tillamook forest

Building trails in the Tillamook forest

Out near the spit hiking

Out near the spit hiking

Me & Addison in Vermont

Me & Addison in Vermont

The home we lost to a tidal surge; check the size of the logs that rolled through.

The home we lost to a tidal surge; check the size of the logs that rolled through.

Addison, Morris, & me in Massachusetts

Addison, Morris, & me in Massachusetts

Walking around South Korea

Walking around South Korea

Shenanigans with Annie in Texas (note the early 80's hair--big was apparently in)

Shenanigans with Annie in Texas (note the early 80's hair--big was apparently in)

The home we lost to a landslide on Hwy 101, circa 1973

The home we lost to a landslide on Hwy 101, circa 1973

Driving toward the Rockies the day I got my Blackfeet name.

Driving toward the Rockies the day I got my Blackfeet name.

The home we lost to fire.

The home we lost to fire.

Wildlife Photography & the Magical World

My gift is that my spirit doesn’t scare animals. I can walk into their territory, but I try never to violate it. When I get the opportunity to capture their essence in a photo, there’s no thrill greater. The Gallery shows more creatures as well as the inherent beauty in the decrepit and crumbling. Please enjoy.