Archive for February, 2007

Shooting in the Snow

Everyone has their favorite time of year. For me, it’s summer–warm days, refreshing lemonade, scuba diving, and nary a driveway or sidewalk to be plowed or shoveled. Indeed, there’s nothing I hate more than dealing with heavy, slushy, slippery snow.  On the other hand, there’s nothing quite so picturesque as a fresh snowfall. Snow makes […]

I’m Wiped

I’m wiped; I’m so tired. That’s what Kristin Hersh wails towards the end of Your Dirty Answer, a song from her incredible (but apparently undersold) Sunny Border Blue album. Unfortunately, based on hearing her tonight at her free performance at Mercer Street’s Easy Street Records in Seattle–along with any number of other concerts I’ve attended for the last […]

Cats are Flammable

The week before Christmas was memorable in my home this year becuase of the Great Windstorm of 2006. You might have heard about the storm that knocked out power for a million people around Puget Sound. Well, we lived at Ground Zero, and we were powerless for just about the longest of anyone: six days. […]

Get Your Photos Organized

Over the holidays, I took about a hundred photos around the house. I also managed to fill up a memory card while photographing wolves at the nearby wildlife refuge and, just a few weeks ago, I snapped a truckload of “light trail” style night photos from a pedestrian overpass in Las Vegas. Every one of […]

The Clumsy Path to Here

So how did I actually find myself getting a new domain name? After all, it’s a PIA to tell all your friends, relatives, co-workers, web sites, and animatronic kittens about your new e-mail address. Which is why I had the same one for so long.
I could claim that I’ve been subjected to mental anguish by […]

Smells like fresh paint

After the better part of a decade with my old domain, bydavejohnson.com, I thought I’d start fresh. Totally fresh. I have a new domain, a new hosting service, and I’ve even decided to try WordPress, which I’ve heard great things about.
The old site was admittedly lame; it was so dusty that I’m pretty sure archeologists […]