Me and Tamara
Who says men can't be cat people? 8-)
Gazing out to sea in Alaska, August 1990
My lovely wife Tamara at her college reunion in 1992.
The happy couple (including a very rare shot of yours truly
wearing a non-tacky necktie!)
While Jim is normally a modest person, he's been
ocasionally known to toot his own horn...
The Family
My dad, my mom, and me at my house in 1993.
My father at his last Christmas, in 1994.
My sister Lisa.
My mother and sister at a Star Trek convention. Yes, Mom
is an Admiral in this picture, and would you believe she's
related to the Picard family?
The Land
You can see a picture of yours truly on the tractor on my
home page. Tam is just as capable
an operator. It's wonderful to be married to someone who
shares one's enthusiasm for toys... er, tools!
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The Animals
Ebony being a stealth kitty.
Don't stick your tongue out at me, Athena!
Cleo playing with a strawberry, while Ebony looks on
Close-up of Cleo playing with a strawberry
Timbrel when she was two days old, sitting in Jim's hand.
The rabbit and the cats get along just fine!
Another look at a couple of chinchillas.
A night shot of the peacock in his pen out on the land.
A night shot of the peahen in her pen out on the land.
She's much less photogenic than her mate; peahens are
pretty drab by comparison to peacocks. Their sounds,
however, are about equally horrendous!
Put together a pea-cock and a pea-hen and sooner or later you're
going to get pea-eggs. We were surprised to find eight of them
one day; we figured our birds were too young and had a least a
year to go before they could be expected to breed. Alas, none of
the eggs appear to be fertile. We tried incubating them with no
success. If my kitchen weren't under renovation, I'd have expermented
with their culinary properties as well 8-) They're about 50% larger
than extra-large supermarket eggs, but I have no idea what they
taste like (did somebody say "They taste just like chicken eggs?" 8-) ).
The House
Here I peeled back the wallpaper in the hallway one layer at a time to show
the progression of styles through the years. Different patterns appear at
different places in the house.
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Who says men can't be cat people? 8-)
Gazing out to sea in Alaska, August 1990
My lovely wife Tamara at her college reunion in 1992.
The happy couple (including a very rare shot of yours truly
wearing a non-tacky necktie!)
While Jim is normally a modest person, he's been
ocasionally known to toot his own horn...
My dad, my mom, and me at my house in 1993.
My father at his last Christmas, in 1994.
My sister Lisa.
My mother and sister at a Star Trek convention. Yes, Mom
is an Admiral in this picture, and would you believe she's
related to the Picard family?
You can see a picture of yours truly on the tractor on my
home page. Tam is just as capable
an operator. It's wonderful to be married to someone who
shares one's enthusiasm for toys... er, tools!
Ebony being a stealth kitty.
Don't stick your tongue out at me, Athena!
Cleo playing with a strawberry, while Ebony looks on
Close-up of Cleo playing with a strawberry
Timbrel when she was two days old, sitting in Jim's hand.
The rabbit and the cats get along just fine!
Another look at a couple of chinchillas.
A night shot of the peacock in his pen out on the land.
A night shot of the peahen in her pen out on the land.
She's much less photogenic than her mate; peahens are
pretty drab by comparison to peacocks. Their sounds,
however, are about equally horrendous!
Put together a pea-cock and a pea-hen and sooner or later you're
going to get pea-eggs. We were surprised to find eight of them
one day; we figured our birds were too young and had a least a
year to go before they could be expected to breed. Alas, none of
the eggs appear to be fertile. We tried incubating them with no
success. If my kitchen weren't under renovation, I'd have expermented
with their culinary properties as well 8-) They're about 50% larger
than extra-large supermarket eggs, but I have no idea what they
taste like (did somebody say "They taste just like chicken eggs?" 8-) ).
Here I peeled back the wallpaper in the hallway one layer at a time to show
the progression of styles through the years. Different patterns appear at
different places in the house.