Sign, Sign, Everywhere a Sign

On walkies with The Girl, I noticed this collection of signs. It reminded me of an old song. Captured with ILCE-7M3, 2026-05-19 11:00:02, Nikon Series E 50mm, 1/3200sec, f/1.8, ISO-100, processed DXO Photolab 7, Velvia 50 film simulation.

I decided to carry the Sony A7iii yesterday when I got The Girl out for a walk. I knew it had a Nikon lens affixed to the body, but did not take time to check the lens before we headed out the door. When I did remove the lens cap, I noticed that my Nikon Series E 50mm f/1.8 was attached to the camera.

It is a decent lens, especially given its price point. But it lacks the better coatings of the Nikkor lenses that I have in my collection. I shrugged and decided to use what I brought. (And that was the only lens that I brought.)

So, we walked one of our shorter loops because it was late and I had a couple of appointments to prepare for. Along the way, I noticed this group of signs. Immediately, the classic song Sign, Sign, Everywhere a Sign filtered in my consciousness, my innate tendency to free associate kicking into gear.

So, we paused for me to make a few captures, then continued our walk.

When we arrived back home, The Girl headed to bed for a nap and I looked through the few captures. I chose this one for posting.

And, although the Nikon Series E 50mm f/1.8 is a good enough lens, I have better Nikkors in my collection. The Series E can go to someone else. In fact, when we arrived home, I mounted the Nikkor 50mm f/2 AI on the Sony.

It was a good walk and a good outing. I also remembered a very clever song from long ago. Life is good. I am grateful.

Field Day 2025 — AAR

This was my last sunset for Field Day 2025. It was a good trip. Captured with TG-7, 2025-06-29 19:22:55, 18mm, 1/320sec, f/4.9, ISO-100, SOOC.

Introduction: My desire was to go camp for Field Day 2025 and spend the weekend being outdoors and playing some radio. I knew the bands would be busy, if space weather was good, and that I have been cooped up at the house too much.

Preparation or the lack thereof: I started readying the camper a few weeks before the departure date. I made sure things were working. I refilled the potable tank after the (work) trip to Summit Lake. I checked the refrigerator and did some light cleaning.

What I did not do was select a site. I considered going to one of our old favorites (there are a few). Of those selections, several are within a couple of hours of home, which was doable and preferred. But, a week or so before departure, my buddy suggested Fletcher Spring, which is out near the Aurora Mine in the direction of Bridgeport, California. He indicated the road was slow (washboardy and rocky), but not too bad. There was (non-potable) water at the spring and a nice place to camp.

“Are you planning to come out and camp?”

“No, I don’t feel like loading up the camper. I think we’ll come out for lunch on Saturday.”

“OK. I don’t plan to get started seriously until after noon. I’m not that serious about the contesting part of Field Day; I just want to play some radio and enjoy being outside.” I also just wanted to be away from the house and away from the desk for awhile.

I asked for a pin and a route, if he had one. He sent me a GPX file. I processed that and stored it in my Garmin.

I made a meal plan and grocery list. The grocery run did not take long and the camper ‘fridge was cooling, so I stored the dry goods in the camper and the perishables in the house fridge. I also assembled some personal items (clothes and dopp kit), plus some technical tools for the weekend.

Departure and Trip: I was anxious to get out of town and so I rushed the packing and loadout. After my appointments for the day, I finished the final bit of loading and then hooked up the camper to the 4Runner. The Girl and I headed south to Holbrook Junction and then east to Smith Valley. We took the Bridgeport Highway and turned off on the appointed dirt road and slowed way, way down.

The 20 miles or so from the pavement to Fletcher Spring took a long time to traverse. Most of it was pretty rough with either washboards or rocks. I was able to make 30mph over a couple of miles of the road, but most of it was 10mph or so.

We made it to the site about 2030h. There was just enough daylight left to pick a spot and deploy the camper. I did manage a short walk for The Girl and I during the growing twilight. I was mindful that there might be mosquitoes with all the water.

We settled in for the night with the windows open (thankful for screens) and enough cool air as the desert cooled down after the long day.

It was then I discovered I had forgotten my Kindle. There was no cell service, either. I checked in with my friends and family via inReach so my people would know that I was safe and on site.

I prepared to take a shower to wash off the day. The final loadout, the trip, and the comper deployment left me a little sweaty with some stress sweat. When I switched the valves to bring the water heater online, I discovered a leak in one of the T-fittings for that piping.

It did not look readily repairable. I did not have PEX tools and parts in the camper. There was another lesson.

So, I made some hot water on the range and had a spit bath. I then settled in for the night.

Radio Deployment: The following morning (Friday), I rose, made my coffee, and made some breakfast. I brought some left over refritos and arroz from a previous meal out, which are very, very good with a fried egg or two. I did share with The Girl, who always enjoys my leftovers.

I then began assembling my station. I decided to use the Elecraft KX3 and KXPA100 indoors. I knew that I would operate after dark and I did not want to be outside because of the mosquitos. I also knew that I had already setup the KX3 for digital operations and wanted to send some Winlink messages as part of Field Day operations.

That is when I discovered that I left the power adapter for my Surface Go at home. The adapter normally lives in the case for the SG. I made changes to that kit sometime over the last couple of months. I moved that adapter out and probably left it on my desk. Fortunately, I brought a Bluetti power supply (solar generator — ha!) that has USB C ports and so I was able to power the computer from that power source.

I setup my Yaesu FT-897D on the folding table outside for daytime operation. It has the LDG YT-897 ATU attached to it that makes a very nice field radio.

When I attempted to connect the Yaesu to the logging computer, I found that the cable I *thought* was a CAT cable is only a programming cable. So, there was no connecting the radio to the computer for logging. This meant I would be split logging partly on the computer and partly on paper. So, there would be extra (very tedious) work to complete my Field Day log and dupe sheet.

I finished my Friday staying out of the heat. There was enough shade from the old cottonwoods near the spring outflow that the camper was shaded in the afternoon, which significantly reduces the heat load on my house. I also had the Magic Fan running and brought a Ryobi battery-powered fan and both of those units help a lot.

Saturday dawned and I was up with the Sun. That is my way when we are camping. I made my first mug of coffee and sat down at the table to enjoy it. I turned on the general receiver and listed to a Reno AM station. It was a little crackly inside the camper, but I moved it around a bit until I got a decent enough signal. I cannot recall what they were talking about, but it was talk radio and I enjoyed hearing the voices.

Doggo snoozed on the bed, not ready to get out yet. But, that would change soon enough and she would start pestering to go out and check for critters.

I started some bacon while I enjoyed my coffee. The fat would go over Sera’s kibbles (she is very sleek) and I would share a bite of bacon and maybe a bite of egg with her as well. I cook my bacon slowly over medium-low heat, which reduces the curl and popping. It takes longer to cook at this setting, but the result is much better. (At least, that is the way I like my bacon cooked.)

The smell of cooking bacon caused The Girl to raise her head and look at me. She knows what that means. She likes her food.

I worked though my first coffee while the bacon sizzled, then started my second mug. About the time the bacon finished, the Aeropress was ready and the eggs had warmed to room temperature. So, I poured the bacon fat over her kibbles and started my eggs. While they cooked, I pressed my second coffee and got ready for breakfast.

I sat at the table with my breakfast and coffee after putting out her food. I heard her work her way through her kibbles over the voice on the radio while I enjoyed my own breakfast. I then gave her a bit of bacon and a bite of egg.

Outside, it was warming and the sun on the camper warms the interior quickly. I put the dishes in the sink after wiping them out and we headed out for a short walk.

While not the spring head, this is just downstream a few meters. There was plenty of water from the spring. I can only image what a Godsend this was for pioneers and other travelers. Captured with TG-7, 2025-06-27 18:07:15, 4.5mm, 1/80sec, f/2.8, ISO-100, SOOC.

I rotated all the solar panels to maximize the energy catch, then sat down at the Yaesu, my outdoor station, turned on the radio, at started spinning the VFO. I heard a few POTA activators calling, so I made a few contacts on phone and CW modes. While I tried to work one activator, I heard him say “It’s time to get started… CQ FD CQ FD.” I glanced at my watch, it was 10:59:30h and he was early.

How do I know this? Well, I wore my Casio G-Shock GWM-5610, which synchronizes (or attempts to synchronize) to WWV (the world time radio station) every night. I checked and my watch had synchronized early Saturday morning. My watch was correct to within a second. The operator was early by about 30 seconds.

What can I say… I am an engineer and like to be accurate.

Operations: Although I knew my friends would arrive around noon for lunch, I decided to get started anyway. As I scanned the 20m band, I started hearing more callers announcing their availability to take a call. I tried on phone a few times, and made a couple of contacts. But, the frustration of fighting the (phone) pile-ups grew rapidly and I switched the Yaesu to CW mode and moved to the bottom of the 20-meter band.

There I was much more successful and started logging quite a few of the runners. I find it a lot easier to make code contacts than phone.

I also listened on the 15m and 10m bands. I worked a few stations on the 15m band, but heard nothing on 10m. I do not think that the 10m band was open during Field Day. But the stations I heard on the 15m band were quite strong and easy to work. There also seemed to be less competition on the 15m band for some reason.

I checked on Doggo now and again and made sure she was close and had water. Once we get in our morning hike/walk, she is usually good to stay nearby. I really appreciate having her near as she provides a lot of comfort and is someone to talk to.

Nearer noon, my friends arrived on their motorcycles and she ran over to greet them. I turned down the radio and sat back in my chair to socialize a bit. We visited while she pestered and it was good to catch up.

They retrieved their lunch from the cooler one carries on the luggage rack of their motorcycle and I retrieved munchies from the camper. They graciously shared part of their sandwich with me. I found out that I had left my roast turkey slices and Swiss cheese at home in the refrigerator. Another lesson…

We spent an hour or so together with few interventions by the mosquitos. They decided to head out for the rest of their ride. I watched them leave with a mixture of emotions. Once again, The Girl and I were alone.

That change in state always affects me emotionally, at least a little. Although I am an introvert by nature, there is still a social aspect to my personality. I do not have, and have never had, a large social circle. I favor a small group of friends that I spend time with. We do not have to share the same interests, although that helps. But, there is always some kind of energetic connection. I do not understand it; but it exists.

So I spent the rest of the afternoon moving my outdoor station around to keep in the shade and chasing runners. Most of my contacts were on the 20m band, with a few on 15m. As the afternoon drew into evening, I shut down the Yaesu and moved indoors. The Girl and I did get in a short walk before that move.

I started wrestling with Winlink and the KX3 station. The VARA HF modem was not working correctly. That was strange to me because it had been working the last couple of times it was used. I turned on my Internet (Starlink) and did some research and finally got it sorted.

I then proceeded to send Winlink emails to the state emergency communications coordinator and a list of friends I knew operate Winlink. That would permit me to gather some easy Field Day points.

I also learned that there must be a Winlink best practices guide somewhere out in the Interwebs. Or, if there is not, there should be. It is clear that I need training for Winlink field operations and some additional repetitions.

I also realized that I want to be able to run JS8Call (another digital mode) in the field. That is also going to take some work to get my skills up. There also should be a best practices for JS8 field operations (probably home operations, too).

About 1700h there was a knock on my door. I looked at The Girl, she did not look too alarmed, although strongly curious. And there I was, no shirt (too hot) and no one has accused me of being pretty.

I answered the door, to find two young people looking up at me. The girl (not my Girl) said “Do you mind if we camp in the area next to you.”

“Of course not, there is plenty of room.”

“Some of our party can be pretty noisy.”

“I take my hearing aids out when I sleep. I doubt you will bother me.”

“Are you sure, they can be pretty rowdy.”

“I think it will be fine. I really don’t mind at all.”

They seemed reassured and headed off to begin setting up camp. They had tents and a couple more vehicles pulled in over the next half an hour, some bringing old pallets to provide firewood.

I was curious, of course, but did not think there would be a problem.

I finished futzing about with Winlink. It took nearly a half-hour for the dozen messages to send over the 40m band. The bit rate was very low and so there was a problem my setup, propagation, or both. It was a lesson.

I made some supper and fed The Girl. The neighbors started ramping up their campout/party. I could smell some wood smoke and hear them chatting and laughing.

I then turned back to the radio and continued chasing station. There were a lot of runners on the 20-meter band, a few still operating on 15m, and then the 40-meter band started to liven up.

I gave up for the day about 2200h local. I turned off the station, and took care of the evening ablutions.

I woke a couple of times, as I normally do, and could hear my neighbors. I did not think them obtrusive. They were just young people being young people.

I later wished I had gone over and introduced myself to the group. It would have been the neighborly thing to do and I could have reassured them that they were no bother.

I woke early, as usual. The coffee was good. The smell of frying bacon was good. Breakfast was good.

I worked a few stations while my breakfast made. After breakfast, my neighbors were already on the move and it did not take them long to clear out. I moved outside to the Yaesu and continued chasing stations, after getting The Girl a morning walk around the springs.

It was a good morning and I added contacts to my log.

Recovery and R&R: After operations concluded, I put away the Yaesu and cleaned up much of the radio equipment. I left the KX3 station indoors setup in case I wanted to chase a few SOTA or POTA activators. I made a bite of lunch and got The Girl out for another walk. This gave me a chance to clear the cobwebs and make a few images.

We returned to camp and I moved the folding table to the shade. I got out my old Bose Soundlink speaker, my journal, my log, and my notes and sat down with a bottle of Cab. I threw out an old furniture blanket I keep in the rig for The Girl and she arranged herself so she could keep overwatch and nap.

I listened to music the rest of the afternoon. I spent time reflecting on the weekend, on life as it is, and what I learned from this expedition. Many of those thoughts found their way into my journal and into my notes.

Many memories of Wife came to me that afternoon. I reflected on our life together for all of those years. There is a certain melancholy that accompanies such reflection as we had always thought I would eventually retire and we would spend our remaining time together doing stuff together. That was not to be, though. And, such is the nature of life. It is inherently uncertain, but for certain things. It is changeable. It is fragile.

I made some notes about my experience with this Field Day. I know there are more things I need to learn and to practice. As written many times in this on-line journal and at least as many in my paper book, one reason I am an amateur radio operator is for emergency communications. Although I have interest in serving the community, my primary goal is to be able to contact my family and loved ones if or when commercial communications fail.

So, I still have work to do in this regard.

As the Sun fell toward the horizon, I realized that the mosquitos had gotten to me. That caused a few interesting words. I moved my things into the camper and recovered the folding table.

The Girl and I made another round through the Fletcher Spring area to get some exercise and to make a few more captures while the light was pretty.

Departure: Monday morning I rose, made coffee, and spent a little time waking up. The portable radio I brought along received a Reno station well enough that I got a little news. It is also nice to have a voice in the rig.

After coffee, I decided I did not want food. I just wanted to break camp and motor on home. I figured I might find some food along the way (maybe Smith, Nevada). So, I got The Girl out for her morning constitutional and carried the little Olympus along, just in case I found something interesting.

She checked all her favorite places for something to chase. I swatted a couple of persistent mosquitoes. After making our circuit, I put her in the 4Runner while I did that last of the chores associated with breaking camp.

Then I started the 4Runner. I was greeted with a miss from the engine, the Check Engine light flashed, the Traction Control light was solid, and the 4-Lo light flashed. This was a wrench in the works I did not anticipate.1 I did the standard checks, found nothing obvious, and decided to try to limp home.

After hooking up the camper and making sure the lights and brakes worked, we headed out. It was going to be a long slow haul to the highway anyway. I could tell that the miss was real and that the engine produced less power than normal.

That made me think about those long pulls out of Smith Valley and Holbrook Junction. I shrugged to myself, “There’s no sense borrowing trouble before I need to.”

Sure enough, the pull from Smith Valley was done at 30mph. I did not push the engine hard as I did not want to cause any damage. The pull from Holbrook Junction was not so bad, although a lot of vehicles stacked up behind us and several made very dangerous passes in their impatience2.

I was relieved to get home. I parked the camper and then the 4Runner. It did not take long to unload, so I did. Then I put most of the things away and settled in to recover from the weekend.

My buddy Greg called in the afternoon and I told him the story. “Oh, rodents!” he said. “I’ll bring my OBD scanner over this evening after supper and we can check it.”

“Thank you.”

Sometime around 1900h he arrived. We read the codes from the 4Runner’s computer and confirmed the miss and a couple other problems. On opening the hood, we found a chewed through wire and a nest. I had a jumper wire with alligator clips on the ends and he jumpered the broken wire. The miss went away.

“Why don’t you come over in the morning and we’ll try a repair. Earlier is better before the heat rises.”

“How about 0900h?”

“Yeah.”

“See you then.”

At least I knew that I was probably not faced with a huge problem.

Repairs: I drove over the next morning and it took us a couple of hours to clean out the engine bay, repair the chewed wire, and clean up another wire from which rodents had removed some of the insulation. I made a short test drive and everything seemed normal.

So, I took my buddy to lunch.

When I got home, I ordered my own OBD scanner.

Lessons Learned: Once again, on a significant deployment, I learned some things. Some of my problems were my own fault for rushing the deployment.

  • Follow the plan. I let myself get ahead of myself. I did not write a full punchlist to check off things like food, power adapters, and personal items (like my Kindle). The plan is as important as anything on the punchlist.
  • When in an area where there might be rodents, leave the hood raised at least a few inches. That will discourage them from crawling up in the engine compartment to build a nest (and chew wires).
  • Be sure to check the camper equipment, even it worked correctly during the last deployment. My water heater worked fine when I used the camper for a work project just a few weeks before Field Day. The T-fitting at the water heater broke sometime after that trip.
  • I fumbled my Winlink exercise. There should be a Winlink best practices guide in existence. I need to find it, or make it. Then I need to practice with Winlink in the field. This is important, because being able to send and receive Winlink email messages is part of my preparedness plan.
  • JS8Call is one of my digital radio tools. I use it at home sometimes just so I know how it works. But, there is a lot more to the tool (and an update now) than what I have used it for. So, I need to take it out and run it in the field for practice. If there is a best practices guide, then I need to study and practice.
  • The FLDIGI suite is another set of digital tools for ham radio. I trained on them (KA7FOO did the training, RIP), used them on the ORCANET (back when it was running), but have not used them in a couple of years. There is benefit to having these tools available, particularly when propagation is poor enough that voice communications are not reliable. So noted.
  • Part of this digital experience is to have the equipment and tools prepared before going to the field. I now know that I should have a CAT cable and Digirig (and cables) ready for the Yaesu FT-897D (and the FT-857D that is in my inventory). These old radios are solid, field capable, and I have filters for them. They will remain in my inventory and be used.

I found working on my log was a pain-in-the-ass. I futzed around with N1MM+ and N3FJP’s Field Day log software, trying to find an optimal way through the process. In the end, I used ADIF Master (a freely available program) to do the final editing of my log in preparation for uploading it to ARRL for processing.

Despite the frustration (mostly with myself) and the vehicle issue (damned rats), it was a good Field Day and a good outing. I continue to learn about radio operation and camping.

I also realize I should have girded my loins and ran a frequency instead of hunting and pouncing on other runners. I just did not want to work so hard.

Life is good.


1I did recall thinking on the trip out that I put a lot of trust in a more than ten-year-old vehicle with more than 200,000 miles on it.

2I am increasingly annoyed at the impatience of drivers. Too many times, now, impatient drivers have passed me at locations where it is not safe. Several times, this caused them to cut in on me, dragging a camper, because they did not leave enough room or had the visibility to make the pass. This is a lack of care about their own and other’s safety on the road. Their impatience turns into a problem for me. Fortunately, I generally anticipate the problem and take care to have room to stay safe.

Although I would not drink unfiltered water from Fletcher Spring, The Girl’s immune system is much stronger than mine and she did drink. Captured with TG-7, 2025-06-27 18:08:31, 7.84mm, 1/80sec, f/2.9, ISO-200, SOOC.

US-2634 Mormon Station SP POTA AAR

After activating the park (just barely), I paused to make a photograph of the station before I put it away. Capture with Pixel 9a.

After a quick run to the dentist to have a tooth checked, I decided to stop by Mormon Station SP for a quick (ahem) activation. I figured that I would have time to play a little radio and still get some work done.

Ah, well, the best laid plain of mice…

I chose the Yaesu FT-817ND for the rig and the PreciseLoop SOTA magnetic loop for the antenna. I carried the entire station over to a park bench in one trip. That is one of the good things about QRP (low-power) radios — there is not much equipment.

It did not take long to setup. I tried to check into the 40m Noontime Net, but the small loop antenna is not efficient on the 40-meter band and 5 watts is not enough power to compete with full-power stations. So, I gave up. (Hint: foreshadowing…)

I spotted myself and started calling on the 30-meter band (10MHz) and took a call right away. Then I was in for a long dry spell before someone else answered my call on the 20-meter band.

I will not make light of it: This was a difficult activation. I had limited time and was running only five watts. While I do not have accurate data, my experience is that the loop antenna is not very efficient on the 30- and 40-meter bands. That means that my transmitted signal is less than five watts, perhaps by as much as half. The antenna is more efficient on the higher bands, though. And in my experience, the 20- and 17-meter bands are money for park activators.

I try to run on 30-meters because 10MHz often propagates near vertical, which means that stations less than 500 miles from my location have a chance at hearing my signals. I will usually make a few contacts within that range and try to accommodate close-in hunters who want to play.

I continued calling on the 20-meter band for quite a while — it seemed like an hour but was probably only 15–20 minutes. I moved to the 17-meter band and tried there as well. I think I picked up a call before getting bored and moving back to 20 meters. I worked a small pile-up and my buddy called while I was in progress. Once I worked that pile-up, I returned his call.

We chatted while hunting for a band that he could hear. At the time I think I had four contacts (out of ten required for an activation) and was a little discouraged. But, he provided two more log entries on 20- and 17-meters, which lifted my spirits a little.

It was about that time that 20- and 17-meters seemed to open up, and with a contact or two on the 15-meter band, I found myself with 10 contacts. I decided to try for one more, in case I busted a call, so I continued for a few more minutes until I worked another station.

In the end, I did not give up and had 11 contacts in the log after about an hour and a half of operating. I knew it would be a challenge because Mormon Station SP is a challenging park for low-power operations. At least, that has been my experience.

There is not much room to put up an antenna. There is a lot of audio noise from the Genoa traffic. There are a lot of dogs in the park. This was a challenge for The Girl, but she did well with a couple of exceptions.

I think I should try a different antenna. If I move away from the sidewalks, a vertical might be deployed. I would really like to deploy a resonant antenna that does not rely on a ground system but on tuned radials. It would be more efficient and when running low-power, that matters.

It will try a couple of experiments to test what works better, if anything. I am OK with that.

All in all, it was good day. Life is good.

Edit: Regarding the magloop antenna, I learned something on this outing. I tune a magnetic loop antenna by listening for the peak in static while adjusting the tuning capacitor. I have the FT-817ND set to display power output. By sending a series of dits (dahs will work too), I can fine tune the match by adjusting the capacitor for maximum power output. I learned where the capacitor setting should be (approximately) for the bands I use so I can get close on the match, then fine tune. That makes using the magloop faster.

I also learned, or remembered, that I should keep a set of earbuds in every radio kit. The ambient noise at Mormon Station SP is moderately loud, mostly from passing traffic. It can be difficult to pick out a weak signal.

The Hook Bill

I call them hookbills or Hook Bills although I do not know what they are called. I just enjoyed watching them work for their supper.Captured with X-T5, 2026-04-23 21:58:45, 420mm, 1/1800sec, f/8, ISO-1600, light processing with PhotoLab 7.

Part of the show at Pismo Beach was a few of these birds. I do not know what they are called, but I call them “Hook Bills”, for an obvious reason. They were working the surf right at the leading edge, probing for a bit of supper. I watched them follow the water out as the wave retreated, using that bill to search a few centimeters into the sand.

Eventually, each came up with a bit of food. Again, I could not identify what it was that they were eating, but they were definitely finding supper.

They provided me with some late afternoon entertainment… and a few good frames.

It was a good day. Life is good.

I watched these birds work the surf, looking for supper. They all got lucky once in a while. Captured with X-T5, 2026-04-23 22:07:38, 420mm, 1/2400sec, f/8, ISO-1600, light processing with PhotoLab 7.

The Surf Fisher

I saw several fishermen working the surf. I did not see much caught. But, like this young woman, they were all as serious as the hookbills. I think the Hook Bills did better, though. However, I think I am the real winner, though. Captured with X-T5, 2026-04-23 22:01:57, 420mm, 1/1600sec, f/8, ISO-1600, light processing with PhotoLab 7.

I really enjoyed the show after I finished my POTA activation at Pismo Beach. Once the station was recovered and stowed, The Girl and I had a big play. She loved running around sniffing at the piles of seaweed on the shore. Sometimes she found something to eat (yuck) and was told to drop it. Sometimes she dropped it, sometimes she darted off to munch whatever it was before I could catch her.

She ran at me and bit at my boots, which caused me to dance around and then play grab ass. We ran down to the edge of the sea and she pattered about the water, but stayed clear of the incoming surf.

After a few minutes of play, we returned to the rig. I then turned it around to face west, into the Sun. I retrieved my X-T5 from the bag and affixed the 70-300mm tele-zoom and the 1.4x teleconverter to the camera. We spent the next couple of hours before sunset watching the show.

There were three fishermen working the surf. The young woman was part of a pair that were fishing to my left (south) and the light presented them well. She was the closer of the two and was turned facing into the Sun such that her face was illuminated. Her focus captured my attention, so I made a few images of her as she worked.

People working at something always fascinate me. The better they are at the work, the more interesting the become. So it was with this young woman.

I did not see any fish taken from the sea on this outing. That does not mean none were taken; just that I did not see any caught.

I continued to work the scene until the Sun fell far enough behind the cloud bank on the horizon to take the light. That was between 1930–2000h and I started to get hungry. So, we packed it in and headed into town for me to get some supper and then to our room, where The Girl got hers. Yes, she did get a bit of my halibut on my return to the rig. I almost always pay the dog tax.

It was a good day. I remain grateful, because life is good.

Pismo Beach

I had a few hours after the site walk, so I decided to take in Pismo Beach. Captured with X-T5, 2026-04-23 22:37:31, 16mm, 1/900sec, f/8, ISO-1600, light processing with PhotoLab 7.

To the best of my recollection, it has been more than 50 years since I last set foot on Pismo Beach. The time was the mid-1970s and my Dad’s dad had terminal throat cancer. We decided to go see the west coast family and see grandpa off.

It was in late March, so we decided to take the south route. We had friends at Los Alamos, so we spent one night there visiting Frank and Christy. Then we headed on to the LA Basin to visit Pat and Beth, then turn north. We spent a couple of days with them, before turning north to see family for a few more days. There are many stories from our short stay with our old friends, but not for now.

On our way north, we stopped for a few minutes at Pismo Beach. There I made a capture with Dad’s Argus C3 (the brick) on Kodachrome. My composition was so awful because I did not notice the “No Parking” sign right in the middle of the frame. The sunset was gorgeous, but ruined by the sign.

We paused there for a few minutes to listen to the surf, before heading on to our hotel for the night.

Thursday, after completing the day’s work, I found myself with a few hours. I booked two nights at the hotel, expecting that we would not finish early enough to make the trip home. So, after a short nap, The Girl and I headed to the beach to spend a few hours. I wanted to activate the park (ATNO) and had a small camera kit built around the Fujifilm X-T5. I paid the permit fee, asked the young man working the entry about best places, and received direction to find a place clear of people. Heh…

This time I drove on the beach. We motored along the way to the south until I found an area that others decided was unacceptable. I deployed my station and wondered how I would hear over the sound of wind and surf. Fortunately, I found a set of earbuds in the radio kit (sometimes I am actually smart) and stowed the hearing aids.

With the station setup, I started hunting POTA activators on the 20m band. I worked a few of them using both phone and code, then picked a frequency, spotted myself, and started calling to announce my availability to take calls. I worked the radio for about an hour, logging plenty of contacts to make the activation, and then turned off the radio. I just sat there for a few minutes, listening and watching the surf, the birds picking at the sand, and the passersby.

After a few minutes, I recovered the station and got The Girl out of the rig. There was no one close, so we played grab ass off-lead for a while. She did the attack-the-boots thing she sometimes does, and we had a great time. She hunted the piles of seaweed for things to eat while I chased her off of them, not particularly caring for the thought of kisses later.

With her energy burned off, I turned the rig around to face the surf and retrieved my camera bag. There were two lenses to use in that kit — the Fujinon 16-55mm f/2.8 zoom and the 70-300mm slow zoom. But, I also had the Fujinon 1.4TC in the kit, which really extended the reach of the telephoto lens.

So I spent the next couple of hours watching the Sun set, making images of the birds hunting for nibbles in the surf, watching a pair of surf fishers working the waves, and watching others pass through my field of view. I also spent some time remembering the stop there with Wife so many years ago. I think she would love the place again, waiting patiently while I played radio and then photographer while reading her book and enjoying the place.

Yeah, that would be what she did. Then we would have gone into town for some supper and talk. Yes, she is still missed.

Doggo and I recently celebrated our sixth anniversary together. Well, she enjoyed the celebration even if the time does not mean much to her. That means Sera is between seven- and eight-years old. I do mark the time.

As the Sun set, we headed back into town. I drove to The Quarterdeck, a small restaurant near the hotel. It is a little dated, but the food is pretty good. I had blackened halibut and a margarita. I even saved a bit for The Girl, who quickly munched it when I returned to the rig. Then we called it a night.

I saw many interesting things during my few hours at Pismo Beach. This pair of equestrians were just one of them. Captured with X-T5, 2026-04-23 22:23:51, 16mm, 1/2700sec, f/8, ISO-1600, light processing with PhotoLab 7.

NATO Watch Straps, A Squale, a Wyler, and a G-Shock

Again, this is not a good photograph, but adequate to display the Squala Corallo chronograph-diver with a NATO strap on it.
My watch-nerd buddy emailed last week that he found a Hamilton Khaki for me. I have a soft spot for tool watches. (Well, maybe a weak spot…) I have a proper field watch in the form of an old Hamilton Milspec issue from the 1980s, but it is not one I want to wear everyday. But, I digress.

I read about the Khaki using the reference number for the unit and found that the case is 44mm in diameter. That is more like a wall clock on my 6.5-inch wrist. At least, I thought it might be. I responded to his email with this fact and he laughed about not even checking that.

The Hamilton came with a bracelet, but I rarely wear watches on bracelets. I can never get a bracelet to fit well — either too loose or too tight. I have a projecting wrist bone that a loose watch will bang against, making me uncomfortable. For that reason, I prefer a strap or I wear the head of the watch on the inside of my wrist, military style.

I ordered a few 22mm NATO and Zulu straps to try with the Hamilton. I could not get the bracelet off the watch. One spring bar just would not release for me. I handed it off to my buddy and he used his jeweler’s tools to cut it and remove the bracelet. When we regrouped for a weekly breaking of bread, I put a strap on the Hamilton and put it on my wrist.

It really does look like a wall clock on my small wrist. He offered to let me wear it for a week and I really like the look of the watch, so I accepted. But, in the end, it just does not fit me. I need a 38mm or a 40mm case to look proper on my wrist.

He also left me with a Squale Corallo chronograph-diver and a lovely vintage Wyler Incaflex. The former is a watch I am unfamiliar with, having not heard of a chronograph-diver before. They are difficult to design and build because of the start/stop and reset actuators. Those are points of entry for water. A watch on my wrist is unlikely to be subjected to any significant water pressure because I am not a diver. But, a watch on my wrist could get wet, so some water resistance is appropriate.

The Corallo is built on a Valjoux/ETA 7750-based caliber, which is a legendary watch movement. The time is set by pulling the crown out to Position 3 and making the adjustment. Position 2 is used for setting the Day/Date, but only when the hands are outside the range from about 2000h to 0200h/0300h. Avoiding that range is necessary to avoid damaging the movement, which is under stress during that period as it prepares to advance the Day/Date wheels. That said, and knowing that, I was at first unable to put the watch in time-set mode. The crown/stem seemed to require too much force and I did not want to force it.

After an email to my buddy, I finessed the stem/crown a bit with a thumbnail and it clicked into Position 3 yesterday afternoon. I set the watch using my phone’s NTP time connection and removed the bracelet.

It fits my wrist well, not with a bracelet, but with a 20mm NATO or Zulu strap. I had this subtle NATO in my inventory from a previous purchase, so I pulled it out and put it on the watch. It is fine, but I might want just a bit more color so will likely try a couple others straps from my inventory.

This is not a good photograph, but it is good enough to present the G-Shock with the strap adapters and a colorful NATO strap on the watch.
I also had a electric blue NATO strap on my G-Shock. The G-Shock is my beater watch and it is on my wrist when I go out into the field. They are not easy to break and are not expensive to replace, although my version is the 5610-series, which are not exactly cheap. But, it is certainly less expensive than any of my nice watches. In any event, while rummaging through my watch box, I remember that I had put a interesting black and red NATO on the Hamilton to try. I decided that the colorway of the watch and the Texas Tech colors might work well together. So, I put the strap on the G-Shock (also 22mm) and I think it works.

I have not made an image of the Wyler, yet. My buddy was disappointed when he received it, with the seller claiming the unit to be “mint.” The case has been more than polished, but the sharp edges ground down, likely because of bad nicks. So, it is not suitable for a collector in its current condition. I am not a collector, but a user. Therefore, I do not particularly care whether the unit is collectible or not — the dial is a true stunner and the Wyler brand was built on a solid caliber that resists shock better than most.

It will go for service and will be part of the trade we made. I decided to let my Speedmaster Triple-Date go because I prefer the Speedmaster ’57. The Triple-Date is also a bit difficult for me to read (old eyes), so this is a good trade for me.

It remains to be seen what I keep from my small collection of watches. A couple of them are on bracelets and should be. Neither would look good on a NATO strop. They might be OK on a leather strap. But bracelets do not work well for me, so if neither of them make the transition to a strap, then I will probably sell them. I no longer want to keep things just because. I want to keep them because they serve some purpose other than just “having” them.

The Stash

I walked to the pharmacy a few days ago and came back a different route. I think Young Son would probably like this place. Captured with X-Pro3, 2026-03-28 15:03:59, Fujinon 23mm f/2, 1/480sec, f/8, ISO-500, post in PhotoLab7.

Life continues to be very busy with project work. That seems to be the case looking forward over the next months. Then, maybe, the workload will let up a bit for other things.

Do not get me wrong, I am very grateful for the work. I am a little less pleased with myself for saying “Yes” too many times. The resulting workload (self-inflicted) is a little challenging, but I will get through it.

Regarding the image, a couple weeks ago I decided to walk to the local pharmacy and pick up a waiting prescription. I carried the new-to-me Fujifilm X-Pro3 with the little Fujinon 23mm f/2 lens affixed to the body. This is a favored focal length for street photographers. But there was nothing going on in suburbia.

But… I knew there was an interesting store of some kind on the south side of Fairview, so I walked home that way. What I found is a place I think Young Son would really like — a game store. I went inside and walked around a bit. There were a couple of small groups playing MTG in the back room and a few interesting items on the shelves in the storefront. I chatted with the young man working the counter, and then left. I might go back to peruse the movies as there might be something to add to my collection.

In any event, I came home with a nice capture. I converted this one in Photolab 7.

I remain grateful. I remain prayerful, at least most days. Life is good.

We Repair

While on walkies with The Girl, I came across this sandwich board, seen many times, but this time I stopped and made a capture. Captured with X-Pro3, 2026-04-14 10:16:18, Voigtlandar 35mm, 1/22000sec, f/1.4, ISO-160, light processing in PhotoLab 7.

Two reports are now completed. It was a hard push to get the work done and generate the reports. With them complete, it is now time to turn my attention to the next projects needing it. That will be another hard push, I expect. But, that is the consulting business. At least I will get a small break before the pressure builds again.

I just finished Alex Kilbee’s video about Steven Shore, a photographer was was active in the 1970s and whose work is considered by many to be of mundane subjects. But, there is something special in his treatment of ordinary things and scenes, and Killbee did a good job of pointing out what makes Shore’s photographs important.

I will buy at least one of Shore’s photo books to spend some time with. That will be fun and maybe I will learn something.

The Girl and I got out about noon for a short walk before my next meeting. I carried the Fujifilm X-Pro3 with a new-to-me Voigtlander 35mm f/1.2 manual focus lens affixed to the camera. It is a lovely little lens that matches the rangefinder aesthetic well. There is a jeweler not far from our place and they had their sandwich board displayed on the sidewalk. So, I paused to make an image of it with Fairview Avenue in the background.

While not the same as Shore’s lovely images, it is reminiscent of his use of ordinary scenes to display something special. Perhaps I managed to capture a little of that in my own.

I will spend some time working today, but also some time recovering. I am grateful for the work and for its completion. Life is good.

Up for Air

While out and about one evening, I noticed the light on the renewed Legislature Building. Captured with X-Pro3, 2026-01-29 16:11:30, 23mm, 1/550sec, f/9, ISO-640, light processing in PhotoLab 7.

I have another big push on a project to make. But, I decided that I must do some things that are self care. One of them is a bit of writing here. Another is a bit of photography while out and about.

I have been carrying the Fujifilm X-Pro3 quite a bit since I purchased it. It generally has one of the small Fujinon primes mounted, sometimes called the f/2 line. Not all of them are f/2, of course, but a good number of them are. Most are weather sealed. None have any in-body image stabilization. They might not focus particularly fast as well.

All are good, optically. I think the weakest is 18mm f/2, in part because it is the oldest and in part because it is a pancake lens.

On this particularly outing I had the Fujinon 23mm f/2 mounted to the camera. The light was good.

Life is good. I am grateful, particularly on this Easter morning.