Another, pretty much dart-thrown-at-a-map guess, for the geo-tagged position. I know it was north and west of Buffalo, along the foothills… but, your guess is as good as mine, really. This was also towards the end period of my time living in Buffalo. Seeing how I moved up there, after having left the only business…
This one, for it’s geo-tagged location, I am really frustrated that I can’t recall the exact point. For all the photos on the site here, that I have gone back in and searched and surveyed the terrain of not only the geographical locations from which they were taken, to find the exact spot at which…
Again, the geo-tagged position that this is given, of all the ones up here on the site, this one may be the furthest from where it was actually taken… it’s in the general ball park of where… but, pretty much a dart thrown at a map guess here.
For the geo-tag peepers again, these photos from up in the Big Horn Mountains, are guesses at best. There were several spots up in the mountains, that became my regular haunts, that I would venture to and use as a starting out point from, to explore even deeper within the mountains and wilderness. I am…
Earlier, this year of 1997, I left Cheyenne, Wyoming for the second time. Leaving behind working in the only line of business I had ever really known for the majority of my working days up until that point – the wretched and vile food industry. Culminating with me being in management with the best restaurant…
Five years after the previous Innocence photo. Now in Wyoming. A little over a year prior to when this photo was taken, I moved, again, from Phoenix, Arizona, to the state of Wyoming. I had moved to Wyoming, from Phoenix, a year or two prior, only to return eventually to Phoenix, after a brief stay…
My own, “This Photograph Is My Proof” photo. Hard to believe myself now. But, here it is to remind me, of her, of us. And it was a lot more than this afternoon, this was in the early period of our time shared together, that would last almost a couple years after this moment in…
His party, the party to celebrate the seventieth anniversary of his birth. The good man here, is my ma’s uncle, who lived in this here life/world another twelve or thirteen years, before joining, his equally good and wonderful wife, who passed a few years prior… both were very good people, and good people to me,…
