I remember my first year living in Tennesse and sitting outside during the early summer on my front porch; and what did I behold but a glowing little spark in the air... a Fire Fly... I had always thought that fire flies were a figment of Walt Disney's imagination... so here I am again, green eggs are REAL! 
I LOVE this show. I realize that some people are offended by profanity; but I’m not one of them (unless it is OVER-used). Then again, I can be irritated by someone who uses “UM” too many times while speaking, or “YOU KNOW”…
My dear friend Sherry Costanza's husband died yesterday morning. I was fortunate enough to get to spend casual times as well as photograph the final portrait session with both Bob and Sherry at there home over the past years. I always told Sherry what an exceptional man I thought Bob was... and what a looker he must have been in his prime... I always loved the way he pronounced my name with his Brooklyn accent.
Growing up I remember seeing the pink and white label in the cupboard; I'd lick my finger first, then dip it into the opened package when I wanted to have a sugar treat (of course Mom wasn't in the kitchen when I did this).
Just above Oakland on the bay is the VERY old C&H Sugar processing factory. Tim and I spent at least an hour there picking up a load at the plant. This place is so OLD, very old. However it has a lot of CHARM in a sort of industrial way... it's hard to believe a factory like this still lives in this day and age of NEW and SUPER automation.
Here's a shot of what I fixed on the truck, Tim is there in the background at the drivers seat waiting patiently.
He was the ugliest of the seagulls hanging out at Ivar's on the wharf in Seattle, but there was something regal about him... He posed for me as if to honor me with his presence... maybe he was seagull royalty, and the rest of the seagulls with normal seagull coloring were his servants... his royal playmates. You see, he didn't beg like the white and grey seagulls, he waited patiently for the humans to hold out their hand, then he would graciously accept their gift of nourishment.
Here is another photograph taken along the way on my 31 day adventure. This is in Montana... it's called the Wild Horse Monument.
The adventure began on July 8th... headed to Los Angeles from Nashville for the IBI Freedom Forum via Kentucky, West Virgina, Ohio, Missouri, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico, Nevada and Pennsylvania first (not necessarily in that order). 