Jim Stahr has a Different Year

I love cities. Always something to look at, something going on. Rough  and intimidating, but still radiating so much beauty. I am, however, glad I did not drive.

I just finished two amazing shoots. One was all Mustangs, the other Corvettes at a classic drive-in venue. The folks reminded me of my old Triumph days. Shade tree mechanics with cigarette papers to clean their points. Cafes and choppers. Powder-coat and chrome. Vials of mercury to synchronize carburetors. If you didn't like the brand, you were still on two wheels and could respect what the machines did differently that made  them as valid as any choice you might make.

Dogs listen to your praise, your commands, your problems, , your worries, your hopes, your love, your fears, and your joys, and return nothing but love.

Saw a beautiful moon last night.  Walked around a parking lot to change my perspective. I need to do the same thing with my life. I'll have to travel around my world to do that.

Our latest walk was Cat Hollow .  Historically there were three waterwheel powered mills here.  There is a road with trails leading to the hidden waters just off the tarmac. It is an easy walk for those that appreciate things great and   small.