Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Wedding in The Finger Lakes
My cousin Heide married her special fellow, Jim, on September 21st at the Belhurst Castle on Seneca Lake near Geneva, New York.
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Friday, October 10, 2008
Somewhere to Fly
Paul bought me a ticket for a glider flight for my birthday. On September 19, we drove to the glider field on top of Harris Hill near Horseheads, NY and I did it. My pilot was a charming man who was a Korean War Veteran. He told me that none of the pilots are paid. They all belong to the glider club which runs the field and volunteer their time to take people up. The income from the tickets they sell goes toward the maintenance of the field, hangers, tow planes and gliders.


The tow plane that took us up to our first thermal where we cast off and floated on our own.
The view from my seat as we took off.
The view from 12,000 feet.
My pilot took this photo after we landed.
No motor meant that the only noise was a soft hiss as the glider wings cut through the air. It was a wonderful experience.
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No motor meant that the only noise was a soft hiss as the glider wings cut through the air. It was a wonderful experience.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Demonstration Night at the LICG
This year I demonstrated free form rug hooking using yard, ribbon, and strips of cloth in the same design. These pieces are used for bags and wall hangings rather than rugs. Tweet
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Every Once-in-a-While ... Mt. Rainier

You can't always see it but you know it's there. A view of The Mountain from Whidbey Island in Puget Sound taken on a beautiful day in August. Tweet
Friday, October 3, 2008
Blythe Horman - An exhibition of her work
Thursday, October 2, 2008
On the Road in California
I have a habit of shooting photos out of the window of the car when it's going bombing down the highway. Every once-in-a-while, I get something good. This was shot looking west on I-5, somewhere between Los Angelos and Sacramento, on August 8th. Tweet
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