Today was a work day, weekend notwithstanding. After doing my time, it became apparent that I could not entirely claim the next few hours for the usual Saturday fare: a grandson awaited some anticipated time with me. Rainy weather edged out any work together on the car, so we took a drive through the country...

Baby Hippo looks cute. Baby Buffalo looks cute. Almost any baby creature is undeniably adorable. This may be one reason why I don’t do portraiture, except children. It’s assumed that the little ones have a lot to look forward to and even they believe it according to their expressions. They still have steam in their...

There’s a difference between me and my barber. From Kyrghystan (a country whose spelling I can never be certain I’ve mastered), comes Yuri, my barber. Lucky me, because before I found him I was at the mercy of less capable hair cutters who sometimes caused me to note with gratitude that hair grows back. Happily,...