About Me
- Patrick
- I recently moved back to my hometown of Vale, to live with my father who is 79. It's a small, high-desert town in Eastern Oregon, whose residents are sturdy, hard-working people with strong ties to family and deep roots in the land. Quiet and peaceful, it's a place where a man can take the time to know his own mind and bond with his dog.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Dog Climbs Trees to Chase Squirrels!
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Yep! I'm a truck man now...
In 2004 I purchased one of the first Scion XB's sold in the state of California. I loved that car. It was simply the funnest vehicle I have ever owned. I drove it for three years and then sold it to my sister D'Ann. I used the money to purchase a scooter to get around on and camera equipment to pursue my interests in photography. And look at me now! A dog, some Tony Lama cowboy boots and a big big truck! I have everything except for the camper trailer and the concealed weapon permit! And I'm still a Democrat!The funnest thing about owning the new truck is driving it through town at 20 mph like the rest of the old men who live here. No one honks at me. Lots of people wave but no one expects you to wave back since most of the old men can't see well enough to know who's waving at them anyway. And this is my new station in life! Yep! I'm a truck man now!
Monday, August 17, 2009
Portrait Photography and Working in the Basement
It's been a wonderful project to work on. I have gotten to know my little brother and his wife Kim much better than ever before in my life. They are fine people and I have learned to love them very much. This project has been a joy to work on with them, if for no other reason than this.
Friday, July 31, 2009
County Fair
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Prey-Man's Thunder...
Prey-Man's Thunder by Patrick Braniff
My friend was born to fly
Through billowing clouds of sky-home.
And with wingtips stretched in freedom's search
Others joined
In the soaring brotherhood of life.
And all thinking the wing-flight
Would endure forever.
Then the Prey-Man's pointed thunder sparked
And mangled wing and fiery pain
Mixed with fearful screams of reason.
Yet my friend lived
Through the tumbling fall of darkness
Seeking to enjoy
The settling dusk of beloved sky-home
Until the thudded thump of impact
Brought blissful peace
And pain no more.
Life to life or life to death?
My friend still soars
And the Prey-Man's thunder
Speaks no more.
My friend was born to fly
Through billowing clouds of sky-home.
And with wingtips stretched in freedom's search
Others joined
In the soaring brotherhood of life.
And all thinking the wing-flight
Would endure forever.
Then the Prey-Man's pointed thunder sparked
And mangled wing and fiery pain
Mixed with fearful screams of reason.
Yet my friend lived
Through the tumbling fall of darkness
Seeking to enjoy
The settling dusk of beloved sky-home
Until the thudded thump of impact
Brought blissful peace
And pain no more.
Life to life or life to death?
My friend still soars
And the Prey-Man's thunder
Speaks no more.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
200 Model T Fords...
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Small Town Patriotism...
The citizens in this part of the country have a strong sense of national pride. Sure they're opinionated, when it comes to politics, and they'll all tell you that government should stay out of their business! But when it comes to loving our country they are willing to die for it. Many have sent their sons and daughters to war over the past many decades to defend America's freedom and liberty, and die for our country is what many have done.
I rode in the parade with my dad in his 1942 Chevrolet pickup, throwing candy to all the kids on the parade route. Put on my best 'Great Gatsby' look and had a great time. Also spent a couple of nights doing some photography at the rodeo. Hope you all enjoy the pics.
Must say, I'm grateful to be an American! No matter what our problems, I'm very very grateful.
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