The Ballad of Monikers

I've roamed and rambled
From the redwood forests, to the gulf stream waters,
Along ribbons of highway, and wheat fields waving.
And as I was drivin' I saw a sign there
And that sign said -- a Name!
(with apologies to Woody Guthrie)

These photos are the result of over 170,000 miles
in a rusty minivan looking for a sign.
Now, they are unique gifts.

These pics were made for you and yours.

These posters and greeting cards represent eight years of photographs—starting out in that beat-up 1989 Dodge Caravan minivan/motel—and include, in addition to major photo safaris, many more miles on trips Up North, to the grocery store, the corner tavern, the psychiatrist, etc. With my uncanny ability to make a 20 minute drive last an hour or more, no one will get into a car with me any more; not even the dog, who normally begs to ride with anyone including axe-murderers. Still traveling the gravel roads and back alleys of this land, I have so far covered 36 states and a few foreign countries. Photos from at least 20 states are present on each poster. None of the photos has been digitally manipulated. What you see is exactly what I saw. Enjoy.

Monikers: It's what we call ourselves.