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Yellowstone National Park May, 2009

We impulsively went North to Yellowstone, a last minute change from a planned trip to New Mexico. On the day we were to leave I heard a TWIP podcast with other photographers who just returned from YNP talking about the great wildlife sightings they had encountered. "I'd better pack some warm clothes," Judy said. It was impulsive in the sense that Yellowstone is a two day drive from Denver, and just getting from the South end of the Park to Lamar Valley, in the NE corner where the wildlife is most plentiful, takes three hours. We drove 1,541 miles in five days! We also were a week early for the campsites to be open, and there was still a lot of snow on the ground. We couldn't use our camper, and left it after driving seven hours, in Lander, Wyoming.

The highlight of the trip was the wildlife encounters: 2 black bear, 2 grizzlies, 3 fox, a few dozen bighorn sheep, a half dozen American pellicans, a pair of nesting osprey, at least a hundred deer, and literally hundreds of antelop, elk and bison. The most memorable experiences were twice having our car surrounded by bison herds; and watching a large grey fox chase another, smaller red fox.

For more photos of this trip go to:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/holtby/sets/72157618012678877/

Northern Hill Tribes, Vietnam

MAY, 2008

This photo depicts our guide, Thao showing staff at the Cao Son Ecolodge a digital photo she took of them when the cook's wife dressed in the traditional Red Dao dress of the village. Judy bought this dress for two million dong ($125). It took two years for the craftsman to embroider, and she walked four hours to our village on the chance we might buy it.

On this trip we started in Hanoi, but concentrated on the Northern Hill Tribes, going to several markets and ending up twenty miles from the Chinese border with special permission to be there. We were the only Westerners in an area populated primarily by Flower H'mong, but also twenty other ethnic minority groups, identifiable by their unique dress.

For a more detailed account of our trip go to: http://vietnamtrip2008.blogspot.com/

Granada, Matagalpa & Esteli Nicaragua

Once again, Daniel Ortega is elected as President.

Francisca's kitchen (a building separate from her mud and bamboo house).
Sitting in white plastic chairs on the dirt floor of Francisca's yard with her six year old son, grandmother and chickens, mangy dog, and a curious cat we ate the lunch she hosted of tortillas, rice, beans and hard boiled eggs.

Cathedral of Granada, originally built in 1583, but destroyed and rebuilt several times since.

Dario Restaurant, named after Nicaragua's most famous poet, Rubin Dario.

A more detailed account of this trip is on a companion blog:

http://nicaragua2007trip.blogspot.com/

2007 Bangkok, Thailand

The first trip to Bangkok it was oppressively hot and humid when I attempted to tour the palace. We took a cab there, but were intercepted by tuk-tuk drivers who said the palace was closed over the noon hour. They wanted us to go with them to another tourist trap, and they would bring us back when the palace opened. I was sick from a shrimp salad the night before and I elected to go back to the hotel. It turned out to be a con -- the palace had, indeed, been open, but they wanted to divert us to retailers who paid them a kickback.

The second trip to Bangkok we encountered the same con at ten in the morning (best to go early due to heat and crowds), but went on into the Palace. What a magnificent place! Gold leaf everywhere. This palace rivals any in the world I've seen for opulence and grandeur. Its large enough to take the better part of a day to go through, and its worth it!

2007 Saigon, Hoi An, Hue, Hanoi, Halong Bay Vietnam

In Vietnam it seems a lot goes on by boat: fishing, transport, a place to live, a tourist attraction. The photo of the two women is on the Mekong Delta, where women were well represented among the Viet Cong. These days few Vietnamese are old enough to remember the "American" war. In this photo you will notice the gloves. They are to prevent getting a tan -- and thereby looking dark like a peasant.
The most amazing thing about their use of motor bikes is what they carry on them. Whole families cram on one bike with Dad driving, and in front of him one of the kids. Then, sometimes standing on the seat with their hands on Dad’s shoulders is a second child, often no more than three years old. Then comes Mom on the back, who may be holding an infant, who is most likely sound asleep! In the countryside the other loads carried on the bikes can be any type of produce, usually heaped on in big bundles. We saw cages of live ducks, chickens, pigs, and puppies (in the North they eat dogs) all on the back of motor bikes on the way to market. We even saw a young water buffalo hog-tied to the back of a bike, and a few miles later a cow strapped on the same way. On a closer look it was clear both were still alive, even though their heads were tied less than a foot off the ground. I would think their meat would be tainted by the fear (and consequential adrenaline) those animals endure during their ride. The Humane Society would be horrified! We frequently were driving in the country side, sometimes for three hours at a time, so I have many photos of the motor bikes loads.














I found the people more willing to have their photos taken than in most other places I’ve been. I rarely had someone tell me not to take their photo. They often wanted no other compensation than to see the digital preview on the back of my camera, and even sometimes said, "Thank you." when I took their picture. I have a lot of red, beetlenut smiles from old ladies, and kids especially clowned and crowded around us, their little faces staring in my lens. A large percentage of the population speaks at least a modicum of English, as it is taught in the schools and is viewed as an international opportunity. The Vietnamese language has several tonalities and has a quality to it like singing, although this can also become a high pitched screech with women in the markets. I found the Vietnamese more willing to engage with foreigners, and "Where are you from?" wasn’t necessarily a come-on to buy something. I had a group of eleven year old school girls practice their English on me, and request I sing them a song. I sang them "Happy Birthday" (it happened to be Cooper’s birthday that day), and they sang along with me, followed by their rendition of "Farmer in the Dell". Just as they were going to sing me a Vietnamese song they were called away by their teacher. I think the fact that this old man was lurking around the school yard raised less suspicion in their country than it would in ours. As a foreigner I could get away with odd behavior.

For a more detailed description of this trip & lots of cool photos go to:

http://vietnamtrip2007.blogspot.com

2006 Solola, Chichicastenango, Guatemala

The market in Chichicastenango was all that you might expect of a Mayan market. The night before and morning of market day (Thursdays & Sundays), people from outlying villages come into town walking with heavy loads strapped to their foreheads with mecapals, or balanced atop their heads. Some arrive by "chicken bus", or standing in the back of Toyota pickups, or walking miles on foot. They then set up plastic tarps, and ger-rigged booths for their wares, encompassing not only the square but the surrounding streets for 2-3 blocks in every direction. Their wares were a mixture of what tourists would want: belts, shawls, hand woven table cloths and runners, pillows, shirts, skirts, and lots of embroidery. There were also masks, Mayan "antiques", knives, dolls, and curios. In addition, the majority of the market catered to the local people with farm produce: lemons, corn, peanuts, live chickens and turkeys, as well as plastic buckets, rope, machetes, cook ware, wood burning stoves, and butchered but unrefrigerated meat. There was a man giving a demonstration of a local cure, showing diagrams of internal organs, and feeding water to a live turtle. He waved off my photography, as a clearly didn't want to cater to anyone but the locals.















There are 12 million people in Guatemala, of which 8 million are children, and only 1 million make enough money and are literate enough to file a tax return. There are 22 indigenous languages, and one in five people cannot speak Spanish. The primary language in the Highlands, where I was, is K'iche. I read a report, published in 2001, which said that 6 million people live in poverty, and among the Maya three of every four are impoverished, with a 70% illiteracy rat4e. Poverty in this part of the world means they live on less then $2 per day.

2006 St. Petersburg, Susdal, Moscow, Russia

The Russia we saw was colorfully painted domes, gold leaf statuary, murals, amazing ceilings, restored palaces and museums. Originally built by Catherine the Great, at the Hermitage Museum alone there were 2.7 million exhibits in 1059 rooms, including the works of Michelangelo, Da Vinci, Monet, Cezanne, Picasso and Matisse.

We saw the resurgence of the Russian Orthodox Church. The communists tore down one magnificent cathedral, and made it into a swimming pool. After the change in government the cathedral was rebuilt to be exactly what it was. We also encountered a Bishop, and I motioned at my camera pantomiming that I wanted to take his photo. "Oh sure!" he replied, "Is that a Canon Digital?" It turned out that Bishop Andrew was, in fact, American and over in Susdal less time than we had been there!

2006 Tucson, Arizona

A stimulating weekend with two dozen professionals from all over the country. Time Sunday morning to visit the suguaro cactus for the first time in my life. I was impressed by their numbers, and the fact that many of them were up to 200 years old. It was a crackling hot morning without any humidity. I walked off the beaten path and within minutes was in a pristine solotude, save one surprised doe and some rabbits, and surrounded by these giants.

2005 Varanasi, India

Varanasi, reputed to be the holiest site in India where Hindus bring their dead to be cremated, their ashes spread in the Ganges. Its dawn and sleeping pilgrims are waking up, having spent the night on the pavement by the river. Bathers already are in the river. The waters of the "Ganga" are supposed to wash all your sins away by such a bath. I was ready to dive in ... until I saw a corpse floating by. I also read in the Lonely Planet how terribly polluted the water is: 1.5 million particles of fecal bacteria/100 ml, when the safe level is 500.

A barber is shaving the head of a mourner (leaving a top knot in the back). He then gives me a haircut, trims my beard, and does a shoulder massage. All the while we are on the steps leading down to the Ganges with a pair of goats, a leper beggar, and a sadhu just a few feet away. Within a few hours its too hot & humid to be outside, but that evening we are in a boat, floating candles in cup cake paper as prayers; and watching the amazing spectacle of incense, drums, bells, chanting and priests doing the evening blessing.

2005 Lhasa, Shigatse, Shegar, Mt. Everest, Tibet

Tibet is an awesome place where their Buddhism is much more central to lives of the people, and the Chinese regime is systematically decimating their culture. With the new train from Beijing to Lhasa the Tibetan culture is going to suffer even more. The highlights for me had to do with the Tibetans and their traditions, like walking Barkhor Square, swinging a prayer wheel with the other pilgrims coaching me on the proper wrist technique; or hanging out with monks (pictured here) at the Tashilunpo Monastery in Shigatse and, without language, being able to be equally curious about one another.

On this trip we took Toyota Landcruisers to the basecamp of Mount Everest. It was 14 hour days with dusty roads so bad we wore face masks. Breakdowns occurred a couple of times a day: tires, shock absorbers, fuel pumps. Pictured here is the front lobby of one hotel we stayed at, en route, with a dirt floor. Also pictured is a school near the basecamp where we stopped and gave the kids winter jackets and school supplies. Being able to be in such a remote village was also a highlight.

2005 Kathmadu, Nepal

The man pictured here is a sadhu, a holy man; however, our guide cynically said they are stoned all the time on hashish and live off tourists, who want their photographs. We visited at the Pushupatinath Hindu temple where the rights of passage ceremonies were going on for these boys in yellow, and then the large, Buddhist Bodhnath Stupa where we ran into these two young monks with their "cool" sunglasses.

2004 Washington D.C.

This was a short trip for Judy's birthday. We concentrated on the Smithsonian, staying at a hotel within walking distance. We were impressed by the subway, and the fact that we could use it -- even from the airport. The Smithsonian is so big its not possible, even when its the main focus, to cover it all in one trip. We probably spent the most time in the Air & Space Museum. There was an entire separate building for this part of the museum, housing a number of large planes, that we didn't see because it was an hour away. What we did see was impressive enough, including the Spirit of St. Louis, missles, space capsules, and WWII fighters. Of course no visit to the Smithsonian is complete without seeing Howdy Doodey, Kermit the Frog, the magic red shoes worn by Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, and no less important, Lincoln's stove pipe hat.

2003 Atlanta, Georgia

Atlanta at Christmas: traffic!! Great museums:. the High, Coca Cola and CNN -- where Judy was able to read the news on a teleprompter.

2003 Yellowstone, Wyoming

Yellowstone is a bonanza for wildlife, since they are so used to people they tend to just ignore people -- although there are people attacked every year who get too close. In a matter of a week we saw hundreds of buffalo, and elk, a dozen antelope, about five blackbear, two moose, a grizzly, and a wolf. In addition, there was a number of birds one of which was somewhat rare: the harelquin duck. To get the bear in this shot to look at me I scraped my foot in the gravel at the side of the road. He was about twenty five feet away, and it made Judy quite nervous. However, the real adreneline came with a grizzly bear filing the frame of my camera as a game warden told all of us to back up. We went in the Spring time. With a crush of tourists during the summer I would anticipate traffic in cars, carbon monoxide, and less animals in evidence.

2003 Seattle, Washington

When I was in high school, my friend Greg W. and I would skip school, catch a bus into Seattle. We loved to hang out in Pioneer Square, then wander up to Ye Old Curiosity Shop (complete with shrunken heads), have fish and chips at Ivars on the pier next to the Fire Department boats, and end up at the Farmer's Market. Even now when I'm back in Seattle -- all my family is still in the area -- I never tire of the same routine.

2003 San Francisco, California

San Francisco is a place I've actually been to on several occasions. Its one of my favorite cities: the city itself is small and walkable. Too bad its real estate is so expensive. I love the tour of the "Rock" (Alcatraz), but a lessor known tour is a must: Chinatown, including lunch. You notice the mirrors on buildings to deflect the devil, and you get to visit a fortune cookie factory, as well as a Buddhist temple. The Haight/Ashbury area is not the hippie haven it was when I was in college. Its now frequented by drug addicts, and tourist t-shirt shops. Tie die shirts have been replaced by the message of the post 9/11 era, and are black with "I've got issues" on the front.

2002 Wolf Sanctuary, Westcliffe, Colorado

When we were invited into the wolf enclosure we were instructed to sit down because the wolves would otherwise knock us over. The wolf greeting is to come up, nibble and lick your teeth, and we were told to grimace with our teeth exposed, and lips drawn back ... and not show fear. The wolves were much larger than dogs, and had yellow eyes. We all sat in a line, and the wolves came to us and each in turn politely, if not somewhat aggressively, licked our teeth.

2002 Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado

I have gone to Rocky Mountain National Park a number of years in the Fall to be there when the elk are bugling, more accurately its a squeak. These huge bull elk mark out their harems by circling them and squeaking. Granted, it can be heard for perhaps a mile ... but it is a high pitched squeak. The routine is to get up at dawn and drive around listening for the bulls "bugling". Until the sun comes up its quite chilly, often breathing a mist in the air. As I dress I always wonder if its worth leaving a warm bed, but inevitably its not only elk but coyotes, sheep, goats, deer, and few other tourists at that hour. Only once did I see two bulls having a full-on fight, but usually by the time I'm camping there, they all have scars from earlier battles. They have collected all their cows, and on the periphery are the "spikes" which are yearling bulls too young to have the prodigious racks of the alpha males. By 8am all the wildlife have gone to lay down in the tall grass and the action is over until the evening chorus.

2002 Wyoming

Most of Wyoming is not the majestically forested vistas of Yellowstone, but prairie and antelope. In Thermopolis there is an RV park which has its own hot spring pool. In the 1900's they were digging for oil, and instead his hot water. Today it is a wonderful stopover. Another great stopover is in Shoshoni, a little town famous for its malts and milkshakes at the local Yellowstone Drug Store store with an old fashioned fountain. In a typical year they make 50,000 malts & shakes from 14,000 gallons of homemade ice cream.

2002 Shanghai, Putuoshan, Lijiang, Guilin, Xian CHINA

A second trip to China, but such a big country that it is very different from the first trip. We did go to Xian for a second time, and this time I didn't go back to see the Terra Cotta Warriors, but instead I wandered through the Muslim market area. I did see the Xian, Tang Dynasty dancers for a second time, and brought with me photos from the first performance they did. I was able to give them to the cast, and go backstage. They then seated me at the front table where I could actually prop my camera on the stage. The first time we saw them our guide said we would see some "bombs", she meant "bombshells" comparable to Las Vegas.

2001 Silk Road, CHINA

Our trip was delayed by a few days due to 9/11. After the second day we just went to the airport and waited. When a flight became available we flew to San Francisco, but were again delayed flying out with rumors of some guy in a boat with a shotgun in the harbor. Invariably, the Chinese expressed their concern and dismay with what had happened in NYC, even in the most remote parts of Northwestern China.

Many highlights on this trip, but what comes to mind is the feeling of how exotic it was to sit with the Uygur (pronounced "wee-gore) tour guide and driver in an all night Urumqi market. We ate lamb from a common bowl with our fingers. They told me a joke which was at the expense of the Han, the majority ethnic group in China. I looked around and saw no refrigeration and the next day I was very sick. I spent the day looking for the next toilet, which either were slit trenches or squat holes in the tile. For the next three days I ate only a rice soup. The girl in the bottom left photo is in traditional Uygur dress. Note that she looks Caucasian. They are a Muslim ethnic minority that were refugees from Genghis Khan.

2001 New Mexico

We attended a corn dance in the Taos Pueblo -- which we weren't allowed to photograph. For perhaps an hour you can see the men of the Pueblo on the rooftops, looking down on the visitors. They are calling to each other, "Ho!," "HO!" across Red Willow Creek. The men of Hiaauma, the North House calling to the men on top of Hiaukkwima, the South House: "Ho!" Then all the men disappear, as if in a vision, they reappear walking across the courtyard, one drummer and perhaps a dozen singers. All wear long sleeved shirts which are not tucked in at the waist. They have blanket shawls across their shoulders, and are wearing finely beaded moccasins; and although they wear jeans, they also have what looks like a short skirt around their waists. They form up next to the San Geronimo Chapel gate, and begin to play and sing.

Two long lines of 50-60 women appear. The drum beats, then men wail a song, and the women sway back and forth -- alternatively lifting a white moccasin on the left, then on the right. All the dances wear the same distinctive moccasins: soft, white buckskin that go up to the knee and have four pleats just above the ankle. Down the middle of their backs is a wide ribbon. all the women wear turquoise jewelry, but many are recognizably for other trips, predominantly Navajo and Hopi. The ribbons are often adorned with silver or turquoise pins, and there are many bracelets and necklaces: squash blossoms, beads and silver chains. The dresses themselves vary from patterns resembling Indian pottery, to lace, to satin, to flowered patterns. In all colors and textures, the dresses collectively have the effect of a rainbow as they sway in two lines, moving in a synchronized fashion.

We found a remote campsite up a gravel road 40 miles. It actually rattled our trailer's refrigerator loose. But when we camped we were on the edge of a grassy valley populated by three, large bull buffalo. We were warned to stay clear of them, with an account of their killing a horse the previous summer in the same campground. It was interesting to see them gracefully clear a fense. Unlike a horse that would take a run at it, the buffalo walked right up to it, stood on their hind legs and with a graceful springing motion, hopped over. In the evening we saw a black bear come down to the stream in the middle of the valley. When he heard be saying, "Bear! Bear!" He took off in the other direction. They can sure run!

2001 Havana & Pinar Del Rio, Cuba

This trip was directly out of an unmarked gate in Miami. We were able to go to Cuba on a special cultural exchange visa, which is no longer available. As part of that exchange we actually sat in an auditorium while being lectured on "the triumph of the Revolution", which became a cliche we repeatedly heard on our visit there. The next night we were scheduled to go to a neighborhood meeting of the "Defense of the Revolution" and we dreaded it as more propoganda. In fact, some people from our group stayed at the hotel. It turned out to be the best event of the trip: a surprise block party in our honor. When the thirty Americans in our group filed off the bus we were met by an entire community cheering and clapping, and shaking our hands. There was lots of food, music, dancing and invitations into the homes of the people.

2000 Grand Mesa Colorado with Burro Trailer

I bought Burro trailer which took a number of months to be delivered from California. It was a little fiberglass trailer similar to a Casita. We took one trip with it to Grand Mesa, Colorado and were able to camp right on a lake. This trip to Grand Mesa, Colorado was the one and only trip with the Burro, as I began to notice structural flaws which ultimately totaled more than thirty. Through Internet connections with other Burro owners I found a number of other disgruntled customers, and ultimately, collectively we put them out of business. Since I had paid with a VISA, the credit card footed the bill and the company took back the trailer.

1999 Galapagos Islands, Ecuador

In my entire diving career the Galapagos Islands was the highlight. A most amazing place! We would see in one dive more sea life than I would see in an entire week diving in the Caribbean. There were a number of fish indigenous to the Islands, such as the Red Lipped Batfish (which we called the Blue Lipped Batfish because it was so cold down where they were). A lot of the fish also seemed to be much bigger, such as the moray eels. On the top photo shown here is a little puffer fish who was so curious about me that he came up to my camera while I was doing a 15 foot safety stop at the end of a dive. He swam in a circle around me, and then head on to within a few feet. On the northern islands we would dive down about 85 feet, find a hole in the lava rock not occupied by an eel, and hook on. The current was so strong that we literally had to hook our BC vest on to prevent being swept away. Then we would wait, and soon 6-8 foot hammerhead sharks would be above and on either side of us. We were in a pot hole in their highway. They seemed shy, and we would hold our breath so they'd come closer. Also on that trip was experiences swimming with sea lions, turtles, rays, and schools of barracudas. I had a bull sea lion bark in my face underwater, telling me to back off -- which I did as fast as I could. My agility compared to theirs was like a snail faced with a swallow. The above water sights were also quite interesting, although non divers are missing a great deal of what the Islands have to offer. We did field trips on various islands to visit sea lions and black sea iguana lolling on the beach, lava lizards, giant tortoises, blue footed boobies, penguins and a plethora of other birds, and unique cactus and trees. We were on a live aboard, the Aggressor and did a total of 15 dives. The water was cold with lots of current, and we carried a blow-up "sausage" so we could be seen among the waves as well as a horn. This diving is not for beginners. I had the least number of dives of anyone on the trip (127 when I went aboard), whereas one of the guests had about 1500 dives. Since this trip my interest in diving has waned, and been replaced by other kinds of trips. I have done two dive trips since -- one to Bonaire in 2000, and then two dives while on a family trip to Maui in 2003. But nothing can compare to the Galapagos, except perhaps other expensive trips I have not taken such as Palau, Papua New Guinea or the Great Barrier Reef. In my entire diving career the Galapagos Islands was the highlight. A most amazing place! We would see in one dive more sea life than I would see in an entire week diving in the Caribbean. There were a number of fish indigenous to the Islands, such as the Red Lipped Batfish (which we called the Blue Lipped Batfish because it was so cold down where they were). A lot of the fish also seemed to be much bigger, such as the moray eels. On the top photo shown here is a little puffer fish who was so curious about me that he came up to my camera while I was doing a 15 foot safety stop at the end of a dive. He swam in a circle around me, and then head on to within a few feet. On the northern islands we would dive down about 85 feet, find a hole in the lava rock not occupied by an eel, and hook on. The current was so strong that we literally had to hook our BC vest on to prevent being swept away. Then we would wait, and soon 6-8 foot hammerhead sharks would be above and on either side of us. We were in a pot hole in their highway. They seemed shy, and we would hold our breath so they'd come closer. Also on that trip was experiences swimming with sea lions, turtles, rays, and schools of barracudas. I had a bull sea lion bark in my face underwater, telling me to back off -- which I did as fast as I could. My agility compared to theirs was like a snail faced with a swallow. The above water sights were also quite interesting, although non divers are missing a great deal of what the Islands have to offer. We did field trips on various islands to visit sea lions and black sea iguana lolling on the beach, lava lizards, giant tortoises, blue footed boobies, penguins and a plethora of other birds, and unique cactus and trees. We were on a live aboard, the Aggressor and did a total of 15 dives. The water was cold with lots of current, and we carried a blow-up "sausage" so we could be seen among the waves as well as a horn. This diving is not for beginners. I had the least number of dives of anyone on the trip (127 when I went aboard), whereas one of the guests had about 1500 dives. Since this trip my interest in diving has waned, and been replaced by other kinds of trips. I have done two dive trips since -- one to Bonaire in 2000, and then two dives while on a family trip to Maui in 2003. But nothing can compare to the Galapagos, except perhaps other expensive trips I have not taken such as Palau, Papua New Guinea or the Great Barrier Reef. In my entire diving career the Galapagos Islands was the highlight. A most amazing place! We would see in one dive more sea life than I would see in an entire week diving in the Caribbean. There were a number of fish indigenous to the Islands, such as the Red Lipped Batfish (which we called the Blue Lipped Batfish because it was so cold down where they were). A lot of the fish also seemed to be much bigger, such as the moray eels. On the top photo shown here is a little puffer fish who was so curious about me that he came up to my camera while I was doing a 15 foot safety stop at the end of a dive. He swam in a circle around me, and then head on to within a few feet. On the northern islands we would dive down about 85 feet, find a hole in the lava rock not occupied by an eel, and hook on. The current was so strong that we literally had to hook our BC vest on to prevent being swept away. Then we would wait, and soon 6-8 foot hammerhead sharks would be above and on either side of us. We were in a pot hole in their highway. They seemed shy, and we would hold our breath so they'd come closer. Also on that trip was experiences swimming with sea lions, turtles, rays, and schools of barracudas. I had a bull sea lion bark in my face underwater, telling me to back off -- which I did as fast as I could. My agility compared to theirs was like a snail faced with a swallow. The above water sights were also quite interesting, although non divers are missing a great deal of what the Islands have to offer. We did field trips on various islands to visit sea lions and black sea iguana lolling on the beach, lava lizards, giant tortoises, blue footed boobies, penguins and a plethora of other birds, and unique cactus and trees. We were on a live aboard, the Aggressor and did a total of 15 dives. The water was cold with lots of current, and we carried a blow-up "sausage" so we could be seen among the waves as well as a horn. This diving is not for beginners. I had the least number of dives of anyone on the trip (127 when I went aboard), whereas one of the guests had about 1500 dives. Since this trip my interest in diving has waned, and been replaced by other kinds of trips. I have done two dive trips since -- one to Bonaire in 2000, and then two dives while on a family trip to Maui in 2003. But nothing can compare to the Galapagos, except perhaps other expensive trips I have not taken such as Palau, Papua New Guinea or the Great Barrier Reef.

1999 London & Scotland

This was a trip highlighted by street buskers. The Fringe Festival was in progress when we walked the Royal Mile in Edinburgh, Scotland; as well as the Silver Man & Green Man in Picadilly Circus while in London. We also did a second visit to Dunoon, Scotland for the Cowal Highland Games and bagpipe competition, staying with our friends, Ian and Jennifer M.

The longest act I watched was a clown who called himself Pepe and involved the audience in street theater. As it went on the crown became quite huge, surrounding his "stage" and spilling from the street onto the sidewalks on either side. First, Pepe warmed up the crowd by posing for a photograph by laying laciviously on the cobblestones, revealing his bare shoulder to the audience. Then he took the camera from the photographer, and shot a picture down his pants. Then he had her come out of the crowd and set it up to take her picture, first by getting a man in the crowd to stand with his arm around her, and then getting a baby in a pram for her to push so it looked like she had a whole family.

Then he took two men and a woman out of the crowd to help him perform his melodrama. It was largely mimed, supplemented by his directing with a whistle, making motorcycle noises with a kazoo, and plenty of growling and shouting. He would act out the respective parts first and then the three reluctant volunteers would imitate him.

1998 Oaxaca, Mexico

Noche De Rabanos, the night of the radishes is two days before Christmas. It is a celebration involving huge, radishes carved to represent various religious symbols. In the photo here is one of Jesus with skulls below it. The Zocolo (town square) has a line wrapped around it in three circles. It takes three hours to get to where you can pass the radish carvings, but it is an event worth the wait and the experience of all the local people. At about 11pm we were rained down upon by fireworks (see small photo). OSHA would have had a heart attack! The other small photo depicts pinwheel fireworks common in Mexico, that spews out hot sparks towards the onlookers. It was part of the parade on Christmas eve where all the local churches came with children dressed as angels, Mary on a donkey and Joseph; escorted by people with firecrackers, and paper lanterns.

Oaxaca is a colonial town with cobblestone streets and beautiful facades. We spent a week going to the outlying villages which alternated their market days to not compete with one another. Each village was represented by a different ethnic minority, each with distinctive dress and specialised craft: weaving, pottery, painting. On New Year's Eve we marked the coming new year with the hotel clerk we had befriended, Gabby (Gabriela) with whom I still have email contact. She told us the tradition was to eat a grape for every tone of the church bell at midnight and make twelve wishes for the coming year. And she said, "I have the grapes right here!"

1998 Arches, Bryce, Zion & Window Rock, AZ

The American West, including Indians -- in this case on the Navajo Reservation at Window Rock, Arizona. We were the only caucasians at this pow-wow, and were clearly treated as tolerated, but unwelcome outsiders. The friendliest indians we encountered were Crow, but they too, were outsiders with the Navajo. They had traveled from Montana for the pow-wow. We later were befriended by a Hopi cachina carver who took us to his house, showed us his workshop, and talked about being in recovery through AA. I paid him for the cachina he said he made for me, but that was the last I heard from him despite my complaints even to the local police.

1998 Warwick & York England

A class reunion of my students from the year I taught at the School of Social Work at the Birmingham Polytechnic brought me once again to England. I combined this trip with a "roots" excursion into York and the surrounding towns looking for my ancestors. I visited the towns of Malton, Knapton, Hunmanby, and Rillington. My ancestors were throughout this area as yeomen (farmers), and a teacher. My direct ancestors immigrated to Rawdon, Quebec in 1820 where they established a homestead. Before going North I visited my favorite castle: Warwick and spent a day there.

1997 Cornwall England

This trip was to do a lecture with a colleague at the University of Exeter, but we made it into a sweep through Cornwall, and back through Shaftesbury and Stonehenge. Unfortunately, we visited Stonehenge on a blustery, grey day and we couldn't get close to the stones themselves. Nonetheless, it is an impressive sight. Cornwall, the Southwest tip of England is full of narrow roads with stone walls on either side. The driving is nerve wracking, but its a particularly scenic part of England. We stayed in B&B's and were treated very warmly. The man in the knit cap is a boat captain. The other man stands in front of St. Michael's castle, which you can walk to but only at low tide. I was so impressed by this man walking along a beach dressed in a sportscoat and tie. That is so British I had to take his photo!

1995 Peru: The Amazon River

Touring up the Amazon River on the boat La Ezmeralda we went to small tributaries, the Ucayali, Tapiche and the Yanayacu; as the Amazon itself is a very wide river. The Ezmeralda is a triple deck, sixteen passenger river boat with a six foot draw which can handle very shallow waters. The rivers were populated by pink dolphins, and the shorelines with crocodiles, harpy eagles, hawks, parrots, toucans, herons, macaws, kingfishers, howler monkeys, and capybara. The din of all the animals combined with a plethora of insects made for a constant chorus of jungle sounds. The highlight for me, however, was visiting the villages of Progresso, San Pedro, and Galicia where the "Riverenos" lived (river people). They were subsistence farmers with little contact outside the jungle. As we approached the entire village would come out on the banks to see us, and then follow us as we toured their village. The photograph of the man with the turtle -- click on it so its enlarged. Do you notice the tatoo on his chest? I believe it signifies he is a local medicine man. Many of the people wore tattered t-shirts, and after I returned to the USA I collected 80 t-shirts and sent them to our guide, Reny. Months went by and I assumed they had been stolen, until I got a letter with a photo: an entire village wearing my t-shirts!

1993, 1994, 1996 Model Mugging

An adventure of another kind was inspired by my daughter Lisa, who took a self defense class in Model Mugging. Following her example I took the basic class, and a year later took the "defense against weapons" class, and two years later took the "defense against multiple assailants" class. Model Mugging was developed as an easy-to-learn set of techniques (as opposed to years of martial arts). The "assailants" are in heavily padded suits so full kicks and strikes can be made without holding back. The theory is that the learning must be "state dependent" in a high adeneline state. Otherwise, if students are actually attacked they won't appropriately respond. Having never been through anything like boot camp my confidence to physically defend myself, was considerably improved. Hopefully, I will never be called upon to use it.

1990 - 2003 14 Scuba Diving Trips

On my third dive trip I met Ralph M. who had brought his entire family on the Cuan Law, a 100 foot trimaran, "live aboard". He had two Nikonos underwater cameras. The prints he sent me from that trip inspired me to buy an underwater camera, and from then on I took photographs on dive trips. Yet some of the highlights occurred above ground, such as a Christmas trip to Roatan in 1991 when we visited the local village with one of our group dressed like Santa Claus, giving out presents we'd brought with us to the local kids. That same trip I snorkeled twice with the dolphins -- another definite highlight.

As of my last dive trip I had been on 14 dive trips, and logged 154 dives.

May 1990: CoCo View, Roatan, Honduras (15 dives)
March 1991: St. Vincent (11 dives)
August 1991: Cuan Law Live Aboard, British Virgin Islands (12 dives)
December 1991: St. Anthony’s Key, Roatan, Honduras (15 dives)
May 1992: Molokini Crater, Maui, Hawaii (8 dives)
December 1992: Posada Del Sol, Guanaja, Honduras (18 dives)
August 1993: Molokini Crater, Maui, Hawaii (4 dives)
December 1984: Divi Flamengo, Bonaire (13 dives)
March 1996: Anse Chastane, St. Lucia (10 dives)
December 1996: Barracuda Hotel, Cozemel, Mexico (9 dives)
August 1998: St. George Is., Belize (12 dives)
May 1999: Galapagos Islands, Ecuador (13 dives)
March 2000: Buddy’s Dive Res., Bonaire (10 dives)
June 2003: Molokini Crater, Maui (2 dives)

1990 1st Scuba Trip - CoCo View, Roatan, Honduras

At this point in my private practice I have a lot of clients with AIDS, and they are dying at a rate of one a month. The fragility of life strikes me, and although I don't have HIV, I am very aware of my own mortality. Carpe diem! I have always wanted to scuba dive, so I take lessons, get certified and convince my best friend Frank H. and Phil S. to go with me. I am blown away the first night on a snorkeling outing with flashlights. My god, its like an aquarium! Look at all those fish! This is a photo of Frank just before a shore dive.

1989 Mountain Biking Colorado & Utah

I was amazed to find bikes could actually negotiate mountain trails, and gear down to a crawl if necessary. I have now owned two mountain bikes and rode on a number of trails in Colorado. Of course, the mountain bike capitol is Moab, Utah and I did a trip there in 1990 with Phil S. and my best friend, Frank. I am pictured here is my deerhound, Brie.

1989 Oaxaca, Mexico

I go down to Oaxaca to visit Everett, my old running partner, who is living in Oaxaca. I stay for two weeks, and the second week we go to a remote beach called Tulacalula where we sleep in string hammocks we've bought at a market and brought with us. It costs us 50 cents a night, and we have to take them down each day to make room for an outdoor cafe. This is my first time South of the border, and I naively eat corn on the cob, flavored with goat cheese, from a street vendor, the first day. I have Montezuma's revenge for the rest of the trip. This photo was taken by a boy who was drumming up and down a side street in Oaxaca. I put him against a wall and take his photo. His hand then shot out, and I am naively offended he is asking for money. He is equally offended I 'm not giving him anything for his picture. I never made that mistake again, always carrying a wad of dollar bills, or better yet, providing people with a Polaroid, or sending them a copy. I've felt badly ever since that first encounter that this boy didn't get anything from me. I now realize that he probably made part of his family's living, which might consist of $5 or less a day.

1988 Lure Coursing with Deerhounds

Scottish Deerhounds are "sight hounds", which are bred to chase using their speed and eyesight, versus blood hounds or coon hounds that use their nose. Sight hounds include grey hounds, Irish Wolfhounds, Salukis, Borzois, and Afgans. Lure coursing is a competitive event where a course is set up using a nylon line which goes in a wide, zig-zag circle around a field with pulleys at the corners, and powered by a starter motor. A garbage bag is tied on the line, and it whips around like a rabbit. The dogs chase it in groups of three, grouped by breed. They are judged not only on speed, but agility and ability to track the "rabbit". My dog, Brie was quite good at it, placing third in one event. Blue was quite bad at it, in his last race he blew over a hill in the wrong direction when the rabbit turned the other way.

1988 England & Scotland

This trip centered around a stay with a couple in Dunoon, Scotland during the Scottish Highland Games. There were five hundred bagpipers competing, and at the end of the competition there was a loud, drunken parade down the main street of the village. All the pipe bands prancing and playing and hold up their trophies. Pictured above is also parade watchers from a second story window. We also went to York by train from London where my ancestors came from. We strolled along the wall (of the walled city) in the evening and visited the "Shambles", a very old part of the city which is leaning in on the street to the extent that the glass in the windows are bending.

1987 Chaco Canyon, New Mexico

To celebrate Lisa's graduation from Colorado College, we take a trip together to Chaco canyon. This is indian ruins of the Mesa Verde era, a whole network of them. We can't camp in the canyon, which is full when we arrive. We pitch a tent in an outlying campground, and in the morning a herd of wild mustangs comes by.

1987 Black Powder Rifles

I buy a Hatfield cap lock rifle (of the Hatfield's & McCoys feud) with a tiger maple stock. Jim S., on the left of this photograph, was a classmate of mine in photography school. He and his father own cabins close to where we typically camp on the East side of the Arkansas River close to Buena Vista. Jim has gotten into black powder rifles and all things mountain man. He even bought a mule to be more authentic. He teaches us how to use a powder horn, and how to pack a ball and wad down the barrel. Boom! Lots of smoke and noise! Just for the record Frank (on the right), never shot a gun, including the one he's holding.

1986 Taking Up Running

I take a class with Colorado Free University on jogging. At the end of the first session we have to pair up with a running partner. I'm single, and I think, "Oh boy, look at all these single women!" But out of a dozen in the class I am paired up with the one other man (because we live the closest to one another). It turns out to be Everett S., who does become my regular running partner, and a good friend. We both go on to do 10k races, and run year around several days a week for several years. Finally, I get bursitis in my hip and have to quite running. However, the usefulness of a regular exercise program has caught on. I switch to lap swimming for 3 years until I get totally bored with it, then switch to a gym. On two occasions I have a trainer, both for several years. The first is Mike Jones (who "outed" Ted Haggard). The second is Vaughn V. until I got a bulging disc in my back when moving the Spring of 2007, and was advised to quit by the Spine Clinic doc.

1986 to Present Scottish Deerhounds

My passion for Scottish Deerhounds began with Sadie, who had a "curly gene". She is pictured as a puppy. She was a sweet dog, but unfortunately had another genetic defect: a liver shunt which made her sick and she had to be put down before she was two years old. I am now on my seventh, Fraser, who is a cross between a deerhound and an Irish Wolfhound. These dogs are consistently gentle, even tempered companions whom I can take to the office and they don't bother my clients beyond a gracefully "hello". They are also so unusual that Fraser has his own calling card with FAQs on it, as I am always stopped and asked the same questions: "How old is he?", "How much does he weigh?" etc. Fraser is 36" at the shoulder, and taller than me when he stands on his hind legs -- which we discourage. Blue & Brie, litter mates, are pictured in the bottom photo. They were my companions after Sadie, but unfortunately these dogs being the size they are, don't have a long life span.

1986 Telluride Bluegrass Festival

We all slept in tents in an open field, awakened in the morning by a canon which was shot off by a motorcycle gang. In the daytime you could get a bad sunburn with the altitude and intense sun. But at night you needed a parka. As soon as the sun dropped behind the mountains it got quite cold. We lay out on a blanket along with several hundred other people. The music was superb, and sealed my fate as a bluegrass fan. The band, the New Grass Revival was the most memoral band; and they as well as others, played late into the night.

1986 Canyonlands, Utah Vision Quest

With only a journal and water I fasted for five days and hung out in the Utah desert. Ordinarily when you walk in the desert the lizards scurry out of your way, but when you sit for a long time they compete with each other, bobbing up and down on their front legs, for a good vantage point to watch you. My time slowed to large blocks: morning, afternoon, evening and I synchronized to sunup and sundown. I would lay on my back at dusk and watch the bats and swallows swooping up the flying insects; and listen to the lilting call of the canyon wren. I expected a vision, and stayed up all night the last night waiting for it. I thought the heavens might open up and the booming voice of God would come through. That didn't happen. I didn't figure out until discussing it with Terry K., my mentor, that the vision was in the vivid dreams I had while there -- as many as five a night. It was a great experience!

1979-1984 White Water Kayaking

Kayaking was an exercise in fear management for the first few years until I got a roll down well. If you flipped your boat you had two tries to get up. If you didn't make it you had to get out and swim while hanging onto your boat & paddle and get to the side of the river. If you did that routine twice in one trip you had to stay out because the Colorado rivers are so cold you risk hypothermia. In the end I had the kayak on top of my car in a parking lot in Aspen and a truck clipped it. My kayaking partner had already quit the sport, and I didn't patch the boat. Its a young man's sport you have to train for.

1978 to Present: Colorado Skiing

I always feel fortunate when riding up the chairlift and am asked where I'm from. I can ski every winter -- we try for every other weekend -- with my best friend, Frank my ski partner for thirty years. I also can do four days to a week with my family, from my parents' home in Snowmass, skiing being my father's passion since I was a child.

1974 to Present: Colorado Camping

Upon moving to Colorado I began what has been a long run of camping in the high country. This has included four wheel drive excursions, white water kayaking, and two different RV's. The first we bought in 1977, pictured here. I ended up leaving it all year round on BLM land for ten years. Near the end of that time it was vandalized twice, and then BLM requested I move it. By that time the tires needed to be replaced and I no longer owned a vehicle big enough to move it. I ended up giving it to someone who would haul it out. I then bought an Aliner, a popup, hardsided, triangular trailer. Also pictured here is a cabin owned by Jim S., a classmate of mine in photography school. One year I camped 30 days in one season, but I also was known to go up in the dead of winter with just my dogs.

1973 Spain

Spring break, we decide to tour Spain by car. We visited mostly small villages, shying away from the big beach resorts. This photo was taken in the hour we were killing before traveling back to Madrid to catch the plane back to England. I finally got up the courage to ask someone if I could take their photograph -- a first for me while traveling. This man was quite gracious about it. He was in the process of weaving a basket.

1972 Touring Wales

This is Conway Castle in North Wales. While my passport was at the Home Office getting a work permit I couldn't leave the country. We took the recommendation of the locals and decided to tour Wales in the mean time. We rented a car, and with the help of an invaluable AA guide, went from town to small town visiting castles and staying in small B&B's. Driving on the "wrong" side of the road only got me in trouble once when I turned around on a country road and automatically ended up on the right side. Coming up over the hill was someone pulling a caravan (travel trailer). I clearly saw the terror in their faces with our near miss head-on -- which was entirely my fault.

1972-1973 Living In England

Even before the official graduation ceremonies from my graduate degree in social work we were on a Boeing delivery flight to Lisbon, Portugal and then a train through Spain and France to England. I got a job teaching groupwork at the Birmingham Polytechnic School of Social Work. When we went over Lisa was 8 y.o. and wanted to know if we would have tea with the Queen. She was initially teased by her classmates for her American "drawl", but by Spring she was indistinguishable from her "Brummy" counterparts. I, on the other hand, despite my efforts to blend in, was inevitably asked, "How long have you been in this Country?" We considered staying indefinitely, having been disillusioned by the Vietnam War, and the assassinations of Martin Luther King and Bobbie Kennedy. I would have taught another year, but my wife at the time got very homesick for our culture and her family. So we returned after only one academic year.

1972 First Passport

If you know me now you will most likely chuckle when you see this photo from thirty five years ago. It is the photo for my first passport . It reflects the fashion of the time, as well as my "radicalization" which occurred about 1970 related to the political struggles of the time. Most notable was the Cambodian Invasion and the killings by National Guard troops at Kent State -- actions which shut down the University of Washington with student protests (as was the case across the country). The coat and tie reflects the fashion of the British at the time when it was common to see laborers in sports coats, and the proper professional British citizen would were only suits.

1968 Take Up Photography Seriously

We became friends with Bob & Nancy L. Bob was a postman, but didn't consider it his career. He was a photographer, and carried mail just because it was a low-stress way to make a living, and be out taking pictures or in the darkroom by late afternoon. He had studied under Minor White, and Bob became my first teacher -- explaining the relationship between f-stops and shutter speeds, and how the secret was all in the way light fell on objects. I sold off a sea kayak in order to buy my first camera: a Pentax Spotmatic. Bob, I, and another friend would develop slide shows with music to entertain each other.

1965 - 1967 Horseshoeing

I attended the Oregon State University School of Farriery, taught by a retired calvary sargeant who treated class like bootcamp. Again I was different, the "college kid", as other students were cowboys, truck drivers, and roofers. My respect came from perfect scores on all the written exams. Once I graduated I quickly developed a following because I was not an unreliable alcoholic -- qualities that my competition had. The one thing they didn't teach us in school was how to do the job quickly. When I started it took me four hours to shoe a horse. My first customer stood patiently while I caught my shirt on fire, and cut up my arms with his horse jerking his feet. Fortunately, he was blind and saw none of it. He became my first regular, and I eventually could finish the job in under an hour. I made $10 a horse, which at the time, was enough to support my family and continue at the University of Washington. Good horseshoers now make $100 or more.

1965 Lisa is born!

I can't say I would recommend having a child when you are barely twenty years old, nor can I say I was prepared to be a husband and father; but I was in a hurry to be an adult and welcomed the change. We lived in a chicken coop converted into a small rental house for $30 a month. Lisa was born at a time that fathers weren't allowed in the delivery room. Our job was to pace in the waiting room and smoke cigars. We disposable diapers hadn't yet been invented, and washed out cloth diapers in the toilet and tossed them in the washing machine. Lisa was an easy baby, who loved to be bounced on my knee. I would startle her by suddenly bouncing her and saying "Bang!", which turned out to be her first word.

1963 Olympic View Arabian Farm

The summer following my graduation from high school I worked for Ray G. on his farm on Whidbey Island on the Puget Sound in Washington state. Primarily I was bucking alfalfa and hay bales, and stacking them in the loft of the barn as they fell off the elevator. It was the hardest work I'd ever done, and I had the dubious distinction of being the only "city kid" who didn't quit. I liked being treated my Ray as an "adult" hand, and loved the fact that I was charged with breaking 4 three year old colts. We worked from sunup to sundown, went in for dinner where Ray fell asleep on the kitchen floor. We would wake him up to go hook up the half dozen dairy cows to milking machines. I slept in the hay loft, and dated the pig farmer's daughter on the neighboring farm.

1962 Canoe Trip, British Columbia, Canada

When I was 17 years old, the summer before my senior year of high school, I built a canvas canoe from a kit, and with my friend Greg W., traveled to Babine Lake in British Columbia. We canoed into an abandoned logging camp. After a steady rain for three days, we discovered a bear had ripped open the canoe looking for food. We stayed on for another two weeks, eating squirrel and freeze dried provisions, until a local indian took us out in his dugout -- in trade for one of our paddles.

1961 Bellevue, Washington

The summer of my 16th birthday I owned my own horse and rode competitively with a team called the Vaqueros in gymkhana events: barrel racing, pole bending, relay races, etc.. That year I held the state record for the figure eight stake race: 8 seconds. My horse & cowboy dreams had come true, to the extent possible for a suburban kid. My father had blessed me with a move to a housing development called the Diamond "S" Ranch where a dozen homes had a barn and an acre of pasture land. I still recall him asking if I would rather live there, or on Lake Washington where I could own a boat. There was no question in my mind what my preference was.

1960 British Columbia, Canada

The summer I was fifteen years old a friend of my father's flew me in his sea plane to a homestead on a remote lake in British Columbia. I worked for Oscar and "Bunch", who had carved out a small ranch with about thirty head of both cattle and horses. One of my jobs was to find the cows by the sound their bells, which also functioned to keep away the bears. I was assigned one cow to milk morning and night. I also helped build fenses, and another cabin, harvest potatoes, separate the cream from the milk, and hand churn butter. We would fish in the afternoon for our dinner. We also ate canned moose meat, and fresh venison. My favorite activity was riding the horses, and the most memorable ride was when a pair of moose crashed through the brush right in front of us. Bald eagles, loons, deer, moose, and black bear were common. We had no electricity or plumming, and used a root cellar to keep food cooled. The nearest town was a three day horseback ride away (in the photo Oscar is packed up for the trip). I often had the sense that the game trails I rode on were never tracked by another person, except perhaps the local indians. The only communication with the outside world was by ham radio, and we'd listen to broadcast messages everyday at a certain time to everyone "in the bush" -- which is how I got a birthday message that year. Planes were infrequent, and when we heard one we'd run outside to get the wing number. Indians wanting to trade beaded, deerhide gloves for potatoes was more common.

1951 Ross Lake, Washington

My first real adventure happened when I was six years old. My Dad took me with him on a fishing trip to Ross Lake in Washington State, along with my grandfather and a friend of my father's. We rented an outboard, and motored up the lake, catching our limit in rainbow trout. One night the men scared a black bear out of our camp by banging pots and pans. Unfortunately, I didn't see the bear because I had "gone to China" by tunneling to the bottom of my sleeping bag.

1950 Seattle, Washington

When I was five years old Gregory Peck starred in The Gunfighter, and like many boys my age, I was very enamored with everything cowboy --especially horses and guns. I would ride a broom stick horse, sketch horses, read about horses, and listen to radio dramas like The Lone Ranger.

Not yet in my awarenss is that the country is about to go to war with North Korea, and the McCarthy Hearings have just begun. And the life of a cowboy that I dream about, is something I'll later get a taste of, but it is largely a passing era.

1948 Balboa Beach, Southern California

This is a photo of my father and I when I was about three years old. By this time I had a baby sister, with three other siblings yet to come.

1945 Army Airforce Base, Dayton, Ohio

I was born before television, computers, and cellphones. The radio and news paper boys were all about the defeat of Germany. Just days after I was born the Enola Gay dropped "Fat Man" and "Little Boy" on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and our world would be forever changed.