Short final
You can always tell when a crane is about to touchdown. There’s kind of a rhythm as the circle in unison wheel around, arch their wings, drop their legs and slow to a… Continue reading
You can always tell when a crane is about to touchdown. There’s kind of a rhythm as the circle in unison wheel around, arch their wings, drop their legs and slow to a… Continue reading
Today I lay my father Gene Alden Moore to rest and I know my life will never me the same. For 56 years he was my confidant, my sage, my role model and… Continue reading
There is a saying, “go big or go home.” The sandhill cranes sunset arrival to Isenberg this past Saturday in the fading light included an en masse departure from their grazing field across… Continue reading
An early morning trip with the family brought the wondrous sights and sounds of the San Luis and Merced National Wildlife Refuges. Arriving before sunrise at the San Luis refuge the 28-degree temperature… Continue reading
I can remember a time when the fluid movement of color in a photograph didn’t interest me. Sitting in a lecture in my junior college photography class I scoffed at the idea of… Continue reading
My mom, Arlene Marie Moore died Wednesday, June 12 at the New Hope Post Acute Care Center in Tracy after a long illness. Mom was born in the city of Lemoore and moved to… Continue reading