Thank you so much for asking, but I still can't talk about it.

I happened upon a corrugated tin wall: London, 1973.

Fletcher was in no hurry to get out of bed this morning.

Was Victor Jory ever one of the good guys?

A man who lived at The Austin State Hospital when I worked there years ago told me that he could shoot lasers out of his eyes. I didn't ask him to elaborate. Stepping through the patio door today, the sun caught my glasses just so. What do you know. Lasers.

I've posted this favorite photo of my mom before. Born December 6, 1923, Helen Halverton Zagst, here in her Elkadette uniform, accompanies Gene Autry early in 1942 at an Elks Club event. Give her a keyboard instrument - accordion, organ, piano, and Mom could bring it to life.

just a nutria trudging upstream in Houston's Braes Bayou...

lifeline

The osprey tree still stands. I'm beginning to think that the ribbon around its trunk marks it to be saved, rather than cut down. The osprey continues to use it to monitor the bayou below.

a couple of older dogs

I know this is nonsense, but I told my dog Fletcher, now that he has congestive heart failure, not to be afraid when his time comes. Two Irish Setters from my past will be waiting for him, a big male and his mama who will be glad to bring him into their pack and take care of him.

I photographed these school kids in the Normandy town of Sainte Mere Eglise, France on my one trip to Europe in 1973. So, they are now in their sixties.

1966, Ali vs Cleveland Williams, 3rd round knockout, Houston Astrodome:

Fletcher, 2010-2024 I know that we enhanced each other's lives every single day. One of many Fletcher videos from my youtube channel msz1923: youtube.com/watch?v=UeBCAo…...

one morning last July

As the patron saint of compulsive gambler Mickey Rooney supposedly said, "I lost ten dollars at the track, and spent a million and a half trying to get it back." amazon.com/King-Malibu-Mi…

cloudy springtime morning at Houston's Braes Bayou

hurricane force winds and tornado watch: right now

accidental self portrait

Fletcher, during rehearsals as King Lear: Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanes, spout till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks! youtube.com/watch?v=zupTRI…