I am a clinical psychologist, photographer, editor of local Rotarian award winning newsletter, behavioral scientist and author of The Belt Theory of Juvenile Delinquency. I have one wife, 2 dogs, 4 children and 4 grand children. One daughter is a gifted artist; the other three (2 boys and a girl) are just medical doctors. Oh yes. I am a jack Mormon. You can look that one up.
Andrew Bournos Jr., a tax specialist, decided to lead our Rotary club in a song pulled right out of the infamous IRS Tax Code. As with their tax returns, they sang it reluctantly, off key, and with limited enthusiasm.
Even plants have an interest in their appearance. This photo was taken by the editor's 13 year old grand daughter, Erin. She's turning into a pretty decent photographer.
By solarizing this photo of a daffodil, I discovered Superman. Who would think he was hiding in the center of a flower? But I guess he can hide where ever he wants. A flower is as nice a place as anyone could care for. It looks like, however, that some vicious bug used kryptonite to rip his cape in two.
Is this a water spout from a fresh water whale? Is this a fountain in a lake? Or is this water being blown out by a very large fish? Well, it's none of these. Make a guess. Hint: It is a rather hairy thing.
Rotarians are really quite intuitive. Take, for example, the projector that failed to work. Above we see Executive Larry Marsicano claiming that he came very close to solving his projector problem just before Jane Didona solved it by plugging the device in. Kudos to Jane Didona for solving Larry's vexing problem allowing his presentation to go ahead.
Did you ever play in a band, and have the person next to you hit a really discordant note? Well, this happened to the young man at the left. The fellow at the right keeps his cool, and acts as if nothing happened--he's the real trooper.
This sad scene was shot in a river emptying into Lake Ontario, in upstate New York. I often wondered how the little tykes, faithfully following their mother through the foamy scum, made it. Not funny, is it?
I shot this photo of my daughter, Regan, years ago at our summer place in Maine. The water was cold, but the motivation was not. I think she was saying "Geronimo," as she sailed to splash down.
When the clouds are unique, one has to look for an appropriate subject to set off the scene. The only thing missing is a satisfied customer leaving one of the booths.