I love riding the train. With my multiple trips to the clinic at UCLA, I get to ride Amtrak a lot. It’s so fun!

I took a variety of shots this week, but somehow I knew that the train would provide me with one really great photograph. And it did.

FujiFilm Xt-1, 35mm, f/10, 1/350, ISO1000

This was taken in Ventura, when the Amtrak Pacific Surfliner was waiting for a train to pass.


I like these technical challenges. They push me, and that’s good.

Here’s my submission for this week’s challenge. When certain colors are a focus, or called upon, I can’t help but have predetermined areas of focus or target. When is requested, I immediately figure out if I can swing a US Flag. It’s just me.


Also, I haven’t really learned all of Lightroom’s features, and am not sure if there is a more finite way to capture the histograms, with Luminosity and Red alone. Maybe someone can educate me on that.

Enjoy my submission.

And as instructed, I have included the histogram.


A future trip…

2794715363_0a65217e29_oSeveral years ago, Deanna and I visited Washington DC. It was an awesome trip. I’d love to take my teenagers there. Obviously, my medical condition, as it now stands, makes it quite a while before I can do it. But you know me, I look far down the road, dream a little, and start planning.

Without my ability to drive, I’ve already been thinking about places to visit, once allowed by my medical team, where I won’t need a car. San Francisco jumps out quick. Public trans rocks, and it’s not far away.

And since y’all know I’ve fallen in love with Amtrak, I may just go that route. It’s more expensive than flying, but I’m sure I’ll be clear for the train before a plane, since I’m already taking the train for clinic visits with approval. So off I go, planning away!

This would be our route, on Amtrak. Why not a straight shot? Well, the northern route, via Chicago, is the “straight” shot. We’d us sleeper cars, the whole back and forth. But, the path back has us stopping for a night in New Orleans, then taking a bus to Shreveport, to spend the weekend with our Texas family, then back on the train, home to Guadalupe, that’s where the Santa Maria station is located.


So much walking…

Now that you’re all caught up on my situation. No wheels, basically a retired guy trying to be more practical, get into better shape, (FYI, I’m at my Junior High School weight), and use my funds more wisely…I’ve got a whole new world to explore.

So right off the bat, I started riding the bus, around here we call it SMAT, which is short for Santa Maria Area Transit. Our local bus system rocks! It’s tied into the transit part of Google Maps, so I simply turn on the “Transit” option on Google Maps, and presto, the schedule is right there. How far I need to walk, alternate routes, it’s all there. Very convenient! So for the last week or so, I’ve been taking the bus everywhere. I meet new people, 99% of the bus drivers are helpful and explain everything I need to know. And it’s dirt cheap!

Then, when I’m in a bind, or it’s later in the day, I use Uber. Came highly recommended, and it’s also quite affordable. And for the next couple of weeks, as my claim slowly passes through my auto insurance, they’re covering what I’ve spent on Uber accept for a couple of long trips I’ve taken that goes over their daily limit.

Overall, I’ve met new people, walked a ton just to get from station to station…kinda on purpose, and found some of the best new places to eat around our cool little country/Mexican Central Coast Valley. With all the walking, I’m stoked that the Apple Health app has the steps recording feature. Because when I set out, I’m not thinking…Strava. So, what follows is a handful of highlighted days where my combined steps was kinda awesome for a guy in my lack of good leg fitness.


Not bad, if I don’t say so myself.

Catch up…#2

Lately, I’ve been walking a lot more. Why you ask? Clearly you haven’t been paying attention to my Facebook feed. I did promise to talk more about it here though. So, here goes…

After my stint in the local Marian Hospital, I had a very soon appointment at UCLA, in the clinic. Well, the night before, I left too late, in my truck, with a bad alignment pulling to the right. It was dark, late, or actually early, and raining. Bad recipe all together. Complete failure on my part. Somewhere just into Goleta, which is basically the normal part of town, north of Santa Barbara, I woke to the righthand most guardrail. Yep, I fell asleep and had an accident. Basically, with the cruise set at 65, for the good MPG, I went from listening to music off my iPhone, to being jarred awake by my very first airbag deployment.

The most important things happened. NO ONE WAS HURT. Thank the Lord. That would have weighed on me more than I can imagine. My only injury was my pride and a little scratch on my right cheek. I hit the guardrail, and knocked down about 30 of the plastic markers that extend above it. Oh, and my entire right front wheel, suspension, and assembly came off. It was 30-40 feet behind me on the shoulder.

But it’s just stuff! No one was hurt. I immediately dialed 911, and reported what happened. They were able to locate me via the GPS on my phone, and a pair of CHP officers were there within minutes. The gases from the airbag weren’t too good to smell, and I had enough shoulder to get out, so I did.

Before I knew it, the CHP officers were there. They did their job well and professionally, checking me for possible DUI, or being under the influence, etc. They’re adept enough to figure out sketchy situations quick, and determined that I was simply another dork who fell asleep and crashed. Quickly they picked up on my professional description of what happened, and asked what agency I worked for, and showed them my ID. It quickly turned into 3 brothers chatting it up until the tow truck arrived.

Yeah, it’s totaled.

Because I was headed south to stay with my parents’ for the night, for the following day’s clinic appointment, I called them. They were worried, but I tried to calm them. They met us at the garage, where the truck was towed, in Goleta. Unfortunately, the sight of my completely whacked truck didn’t help, but they quickly agreed, at least I wasn’t hurt, nor was anyone else. And all of us us agree, it’s just stuff.

On the truck part, all is well. It was obviously totaled, I hoped and hoped, but knew it would be. Insurance is paying it off, and I was wise enough to get GAP insurance when I bought it, so there’s no money out of my pocket to replace it.

Now, back to the Leukemia Journey. I’m purposefully leaving out some stuff that is honestly, not for this audience. To say the least, I’ve been suffering from some cognitive issues that have manifested themselves in unhealthy ways. Ways that have at the very least put others on guard around me. I understand, and am seeking not just the Lord’s direction and Spirit on this one, but also depending on some really good Psychiatric and Psychological care. For those who have known me for a long time, this may be shocking, that I’m seeking this care, but I need it, and it is helping…a lot!

So, we headed down to UCLA for my clinic appointment. My cognitive stuff was clearly coming to a head, and for the lack of desire to parse out each step of the way, it was determined that I would be admitted to UCLA, for some extensive testing. Via the ER, I was admitted, and spent the first night in one of the semi-upgraded, non-ER bed rooms. By the next morning or so, I was “home” on 6 East. For about the next week, I underwent a level of testing and evaluation that I’ve yet to experience at my stays in UCLA. At first they looked at the possibility of a seizure disorder. Three and a half days later, of an EEG on my head, that was ruled out. I had lots of blood draws. I had a huge LP/Spinal Tap, taking a massive amount of fluid. All of this was tested for all sorts of things. I had consults with infections disease specialists, neurologists, psychiatrists, and many others of whose speciality I have no idea.

I felt like a patient on the tv show House.

Eventually they began ruling out many of the most scary and unique things. For those who know the intimate details of my extended family, they even tested and ruled out Parkinson’s and the various forms of dementia and Alzheimers.

As these possible explanations decreased to nothing but rejections of possibilities, we were left with the highest likelihood being some sort of cognitive psychologically influenced episode. I had considered this early on, but was letting them do all they could to find the result however they determined.

As of late, my legal case in reference to my disability, worker’s compensation, and ultimate retirement, of which the details I cannot address here, have become a GREAT source of frustration, anger, and even some pent up rage. With my GVHD flaring up, which started all this “2 steps back”, this winter, I have gone from a tiny dose of hydrocortisone back to a massive dose of prednisone. What does this mean. I was chill guy, almost off my steroid, and nearly done with my steroid-induced diabetes. Now, I’m massive dose of prednisone, with insides that feel like “Hulk Smash”!!! Combine that with the anger over my general retirement issues, and I believe that’s a recipe for instability. And my doctors at UCLA agreed fully.

But above it all, God has been good. I’ve not weathered it well, but he sustains men and continues to care for me and keep me moving forward with productivity and health. In my next post, I’m going to talk about some changes I’ve made as a result of some of the decisions my docs made for me. That part, I’ll finish with here.

So, at first, when they thought I had a seizure disorder, they’re bound to tell the DMV, even though they ruled it out days later. But that has ended up being no big deal, because the doctors have said 6 months ain’t gonna cut it anyway. I should expect more like 8 months. Such is life!

The great men around me, in my Gospel Community Group, immediately came to my side, and listened to my situation, and gave me the most sage and wonderful wisdom. They said, “Don’t replace the truck! You can’t drive, save the money.” It was a no-brainer for me. I took their wisdom, and let the insurance and GAP insurance simply take it away. Now, since I can’t drive, I have no truck payment, no car insurance to pay, and zero fuel costs. I just reclaimed a ton of money into my monthly budget!

More to follow in the next post…

So much happening in 2017

I’m glad I took the last few opportunities to get y’all caught up on my leukemia journey. Since then, a bit of a set back, with some alarming side effects have occurred. I won’t hold back on this one. (As if I ever really do.)

A few weeks ago, I started having what my team calls cognitive episodes. I’d get confused, lost in my mind, and in the real world. Side note, I recently installed a looping “security camera” on my windshield, but because of my cognitive issues, it was working, but not correctly.

So driving around town, the video shows, that years of good habits, actually made me drive  instinctively safe. What video was viewable, knowing that I was very “out of it”, I witnessed zero laws being broken…by me. 🙂

However, it WAS clear, I was not here.

I had a pretty upsetting night a couple weeks back, that kinda started this whole thing. I’ve said before this journey can by 5 steps forward, with 2 steps back. These last few weeks have been textbook, “2 steps back”.

This night I’m starting with, I was supposed to pick up my kids, and we were going to a movie and dinner. I never made it. The few video shots I could decipher, trying to do the most basic thing, I clearly just could not get to my destination. What makes it worse, is that I was instinctively using Google Maps. While normally I don’t “need it”, I use in case one of the oh so patient kids texts me while I’m headed to get them, then I use Siri to tell them exactly when I’ll arrive. So, the security video I can see me “following” Google Maps, except I wasn’t. I can literally hear Google Maps say, take the next left at XYZ street. And on the video I make no effort to get into the left hand lane to turn. More often than not, I make a right hand turn. The whole thing was one giant poo sandwich!

After a while, the kids start texting me, but because I’m driving, and have learned without thinking about it anymore, I didn’t reply. But thank God, Deanna borrowed one of the kids’ phones, where I still share my location so my kids and I can track each other, and Deanna started just watching me. FYI, I am glad she did this!

It didn’t take her long to determine that I was whacked. So she called me. I answer. She gently tries to say, she thinks I’m confused and suggests I just park the truck. She’ll come get me. Confused, I do it.Oddly, I’m in front of a fire station. Don’t think that was an accident.

In short order Deanna arrives. She comes to my truck, and I don’t remember the conversation. She said I was a little upset, and hesitant with her. But ultimately I did what she was asking, get into the passenger seat. She jumped in and drove. The next few hours are sketchy for me. But in hind sight, some of the details started coming back. So what’s next is more a recollection of what others said happened, I believe them.

I may even need to be reminded, if after I publish this and someone who was with me remembers it differently. I now know, just forget what you thought happened, and accept the other version. It’s most likely right.

I think…Deanna took me to the local Santa Maria hospital ER. Where I was triaged and ultimately taken back and a litany of tests began. After a while, Deanna had to go, and I think I was alone for a bit. I think someone else visited me, but I’m not sure. Working the ER that night were a few friends from church, one is an EMT and the other is a youth group friend of my teenage daughter, who is a volunteer. I recall they each made polite efforts to say hello, etc. Neither were “assigned” to me, I think, so their stops by were when they were near me. However, the EMT friend, I feel, made a stepped up effort to make sure I was OK.

There was no “room in the inn”, upstairs, so I went to a newer adjunct area officially still in the ER, but with hospital like beds, and a few better/more comfortable features. I’ll take anything over and ER bed. I spent the night there, zero complaints.

After the folks from upstairs paid all their visits, etc. I honestly don’t recall how long I was admitted, I could be off by even a day or so. Either way, after taking with my medical team at UCLA, all agreed that I could be released. The only thing they found through their testing, was an elevated liver and ammonia levels. The ammonia level was the most likely problematic issue

A few days at home, and UCLA scheduled me for a clinic appointment. More on that, in the next post.


When I saw this challenge, I fell in love with it! I did have any what to shoot though.

I shot stuff all week, even today. I used 4 different cameras, of various calibers even a 35mm film. After all I acquired, I decided to go with a shot I made today.

Once all was said and done, going with this photograph, it was shot with my iPhone 6+

(Exif Data) iPhone 6+, f/2.2, 1/20th a sec, ISO 80, 29mm

2017 PHOTOCHALLENGE, WEEK 5: Year of the Rooster

At the outset of this week, I was flabbergasted about where I might capture a nice photograph of a rooster.

But then I remembered this little known cultural fact in the small village of Arroyo Grande, just about 20 minutes north of me, where this flock of roosters, who’ve been a bit tamed, hang around a nice walking party with a decorative bridge.

I had my roosters!

I hope you enjoy my contribution!