Flock, skein or gaggle? Birds of a feather chill together.

Too much of a good thing.

Honey, I blew up the tree!

One of my wife's many masterful creations.

Life on ye olde farme.

Dusk on a distant world.

Autumn colors mirrored in a pond.

Parachuting into Interlaken, Switzerland is actually a very common sight there.

Florence as seen from Piazzale Michelangelo.

The Dolomite foothills looking north to Austria.

Early morning mist shrouds the autumn trees.

A partially drained lake lined with fall foliage.

Early morning along the ridge.

Waiting patiently for good flying weather.

The Niagara escarpment in all its autumn glory.

Me after Thanksgiving dinner.

Lovely to look at, delightful to hold, but if you lick one you'll be stone cold.

A face only Timon could love.

Probably digesting his last goat.

Autumn in southern Ontario.

Some real-world aviation goodness.

Call me compulsive but at least I can find stuff.

A cheap and cheery guitar. More decoration than instrument.

A close up of a cane seat.

Midway hawkers calling: "Try your luck with me" Merry-go-round wheezing The same old melody A thousand ten cent wonders Who could ask for more? A pocketful of silver The key to heaven's door.