Clyde Bentley's photostream  

The parking lot across the street from my office is now just a big hole -- on its way way to becoming a set of loft apartments. I just hope they leave a shortcut up to the parking lot.

I just got to bed tonight when I sat up with a start as I realized I had not taken a photo. I grabbed my iPhone to take a simple scene, but it crashed. All I got was a frozen wheel. What to do? We used Cecile's phone to shoot my dead phone. (I restored it in the morning).

A glittery bit of me came home today. My class ring from the University of Oregon cracked recently, so I sent it off for warranty repair. I came back in one piece, but with a shiny new green stone.

When we went on a short hike today with friend Jim and Sarah Byrd, we came upon this gnawed tree. Beavers had stripped the bark from the base of the tree and chewed part-way through. The tree will die and the wind will complete the job.

In the lobby at the concert we attended tonight was a backdrop, lights and camera. A group of students recorded volunteers who were told to stand on the dot and then do whatever they want for 30 seconds. This is my friend, Marty Walker. Yes, I had my 30 seconds of fame, too.