Whoa Trigger!

I wish i could take credit for this gnarly snap! My friend Jeff came across this big snapper on Highway 281, just north of Red Cloud, Nebraska. This kind lady thought a little spank with her flip flop might get him off the road.

Ahh... Nebraska.

Dam Straight

My friend Lori recently issued a challenge to me, via her blog: http://www.itslorisworld.blogspot.com/

The mission? Get photos of neat looking signs. I came across this one in southern Nebraska on Sunday. Republican City sits next to the Harlan County Reservoir. Created by.... yes students, a dam.

Dirt Track Date

Spent my Saturday night at some car races in Norton, Ks. Teresa's Uncle Loyd races a little pickup truck around a muddy 1/2 mile track. I decided the heck with sitting in the bleachers. I wanted to absorb this cultural experience up close.


Nothing like a romantic night at the dirt track. With the kids.

All that's missing is a can of Natural Light.

This does nothing to help suppress the stereotype.

Did you know how the term NASCAR came about? By guys like these standing around saying "that thar es a nas car!"

Uncle Loyd gets taken out by a Neon. Oh the humanity!

Uncle Loyd and the driver cam.

It was fun, and it didn't even involve alcohol

Remember that movie Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure?

You'll recall a scene where, after Bill and Ted brought Napolean back to 1989 in a phone booth, they lost track of him and eventually he went wild at a San Dimas, California water park.

I sort of felt like that character when I visited a Billings, Montana water park on Monday with my brother's family. It was me against all those screaming kids. I wasn't going to be denied. I have no idea what came over me.


Here I'm trying to convince my 5-year-old niece Tristen that the super plunge slide really isn't all that scary. She's clearly not buying it.

Tristen's big brother Trevor, on the other hand, is fearless. His long hair makes him look like an 8-year-old version of David Lee Roth. I was in no way shape or form as cool as him when I was 8.

Travis, 10, and his dad after the plunge. Craig nearly got sick going down a water slide backwards. typical.

Blogger's Anonymous

Yeah, yeah... so I haven't updated much lately. I blame Craig!

My older brother has very little use for the internet and therefore, doesn't have it at his home in Billings. He thought it was funny how desperate I was to check email. I was about to tear out my hair. My previous two blog updates were done via borrowed wireless signals in the parking lot of a doctor's office.

When we got home last night, the first thing I did was pop open the laptop to feed the need.

I'm addicted to the internet. Where's the line for the 12-step program?

Things I Love About Montana: #546

Like Kansas, they have farming here. Except it's much more scenic.

Black Hills Wedding

My cousin Amber got married on Saturday in a beautiful little ceremony in the Black Hills. The chapel was modeled after a Norwegian church. It looked like some place munchkins might get married.

Amber, and her little brother Josh, were closest things I ever had to younger siblings. Weird to see her getting married.

The corn is in the field, not on my feet

Call me corny... but kicking back with my feet up and Nebraska corn fields flying by really is my idea of a good time. Well, it becomes a good time when you need a vacation as bad as I do.

Nebraska literally did fly by. Right now I'm in beautiful Rapid City, South Dakota. Wedding tomorrow, and then on to Montana.

I promise this will be the last picture of my feet from this trip.

Who needs student loans?

Teresa came across this sign on the Wichita State campus today and snapped a shot with her camera phone.

Isn't this just offensive? I can't believe someone would think of women is such a manner.

I think they deserve store credit, too!

What the Duck!

It's possible only a photographer will find this comic strip funny. I think it's pretty damn hilarious and maybe you will too.

If you're interested in checking out some more, visit the What the Duck website.

Says a lot about my kind.

Ride of a Lifetime

As promised, more pictures.

If you check out www.kansas.com, you can read all about it. In addition, the website will post a video by mid-morning. If it's not there, keep checking. It's 12:40 a.m. and I'm still editing it. It'll be worth the wait if you're interested in watching me pass out or if you want to know what i'm going to look like when I'm 70.

Thanks to Jaime for shooting these snaps.

Good Times.

I didn't puke!

It's over and i'm alive. Just posting a quick picture to make you hungry for more. I'll try to update with video and all that later tonight.

It was amazing. Can't say i'd to it again though. I feel like I just ran a marathon.

Stewardess! I think I need a doggie bag.

I shot this photo of the Blue Angels at an air show in Wichita five years ago.

I'll revisit that story on Wednesday, except this time, I'll have a much better seat.

From an email I received today from the Navy: "Congratulations again on being selected to fly with the Navy Flight Demonstration team BLUE ANGELS. Your flight will be this Wednesday afternoon at McConnell AFB, Wichita, Kansas."

How cool is that?

If I live to tell about it, or it doesn't get rained out, you can read all about it on www.kansas.com or on this blog.

What's that smell?

Have spent four of the last five days down in Coffeyville, Ks., shooting pictures of the flooding. Read in the paper this morning that the levels of fecal coliform bacteria were 130 times higher than what is considered safe.

This begs the obvious question: What level of poop bacteria is actually considered safe?

What's in a name?

My good friend Matt once explained to me that there are two kinds of men in this world and they can be described as follows: Indoor dogs and outdoor dogs.

Makes perfect sense to me.

An indoor dog would be that guy who doesn't know where the lug wrench is when he gets a flat tire. Or a guy who thinks a good time is a night out at Barnes and Noble. An indoor dog probably organizes his socks in a sock drawer. Sheesh!

An outdoor dog? Well, lets just say that none of the above would apply. You get the picture.

As for me.... I sort of consider myself an outdoor dog with a fair amount of house training.