The mountains I see from my windows are the San Juans, the largest mountain range in Colorado by area. There are 28 named peaks in the range, six of them are among Colorado’s 53 “14ers” — greater than 14,000 feet (4267m). They San Juans are considered “highly mineralized” (which explains all the mines around here), and it gives them some spectacular colors. It also gives them some absurdly picturesque small former mining towns, like Ouray, Silverton, and Telluride. I do most of my landscape art photography in the San Juan range.
I needed a quick break.
What I wanted to do meant getting up at 4:30 so I could be in place as the sun rose. Hard for a guy who normally sleeps from midnight to 8ish.
What a conundrum!
But I did it, and it was worth it:
It took awhile between the decline of film (I put my old “good” camera away some years ago) and the “jump point” for digital.
The jump point is the place on a graph where the line representing the quality of digital imaging keeps going up and up, and the line representing the ever-decreasing price for that quality, cross. Where the two subjective lines cross is the point where I “have to” jump back in. I’m not sure exactly when they crossed, but they did, and I jumped! I grabbed myself a beautiful Canon SLR and a lovely piece of Canon glass (which most people call a lens).
After “playing” with it awhile (read: getting used to how it worked), and noticing we had exquisite fall colors this year, I waited until the weather was jusssst right, grabbed my bride to come along for the ride, and headed out:
John Lawrence “Larry” Cassingham died on December 23, 2007 — the day after his 89th birthday. These are the remarks in eulogy by his four children, made in birth order, and several of the photos that were shown at his memorial service, held on January 12, 2008.
I got Clancy in 1990. It was right about the time I divorced my first wife, and he was around a year old. He loved to be with me as I sat at my computer, writing. If it was too warm to be in my lap, he’d park himself on the back of my chair, … Read more
My writing specialty when I got started was explaining technical and scientific topics for lay audiences, which served me well when I applied for a “tech transfer” job at NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory. (Tech transfer: publishing — “transferring” — JPL’s basic technical research to industry or the public.)
This was written for a class in journalism school. In another example of my model of “write once, publish again and again,” once it was written for my professor, I then tried to sell it to a magazine, but failed.
Then an earthquake triggered a tsunami in Alaska that threatened the entire Pacific basin. I quickly updated the article and marketed it again, this time quickly selling it to Westways magazine for their October 1986 issue. In a stroke of great timing, it came out the day before I interviewed at JPL, and I was able to hand over the magazine and say “Here’s a recent article I wrote.”
The interviewer merely glanced at it, and said, “I read that at home last night. It was very good.” I got the job.
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Tuesday evening, Randy clears off the hot tub — which is under a roof! Note how the snow is so sticky it’s building up on the vertical post and privacy screen. It built up that much again before the snow stopped.
Randy Cassingham and Kit Riley Happily Announce Our Marriage, on September 21, 2001 The events of September 11 affected us all in different ways. For us, it was significant introspection. September 17th, we decided that as we proceed into an even more uncertain future, we should face it together as husband and wife. We married at Brainard … Read more
23 July 1962 – 23 October 1999
California: The Mini-Ambulance
by Randy Cassingham
Every time we go to the airport these days it is jammed. Everyone is in a hurry to buy tickets, catch planes — everyone has a place to go, a person to see. Suddenly, someone drops. A crowd gathers for a quick look before they hurry to their planes. The victim is traveling alone, his doctor is hundreds of miles away. Luckily for this victim he is at San Francisco International Airport. San Francisco International (SFO) is one of the few airports in the United States with a 24-hour medical clinic staffed by MDs.