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Where’s Wilson?

Where’s Wilson?

Marty’s photo of the day #4649: Nellie has a variety of balls, and she chooses one to play with each time we go outside. This photo shows her on a summer day, chasing her volleyball, Wilson. Unfortunately, she lost Wilson in the deep snow earlier this winter. With the recent warm weather, Wilson should be […]

It’s McCarthyism All Over again!

It’s McCarthyism All Over again!

It’s McCarthyism all over again! Only this time the fascist government of Felon 47 wants people to turn-in teachers who promote Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion. Yes, people can actually report “divisive” teachers who mention the Civil War was actually over slavery! If you don’t believe me, here it is: www.EndDEI.ed(dot)gov. The accompanying photo is of […]

Boycott Billionaires Day

Boycott Billionaires Day

Marty’s photo of the day #4645: Although I think Eat a Billionaire Day would’ve been more fun than today’s economic boycott of billionaires, I am participating. For those who aren’t spending a penny today, here’s a nice picture of the Yukon River in Canada, a country not led by fascists.

The Replacement Canoe

The Replacement Canoe

Marty’s photo of the day #4642: As documented in my first book, Cool Creatures, Hot Planet: Exploring the Seven Continents, a hippo bit through Deb’s and my canoe, lifted us 6 feet into the air, and tossed us on shore. This hippo was checking out our replacement canoe. (Photographed in Zimbabwe)

Stepping onto Antarctica

Stepping onto Antarctica

Marty’s photo of the day #4638: On February 21, 2003, Deb and I stepped onto Antarctica, with giant snowflakes coming down. At the time, we were among the first two hundred thousand or so people in the history of the world to walk on the continent. And soon, we’d join an even smaller number that […]

Headwaters of the Jago River

Headwaters of the Jago River

Marty’s photo of the day #4637: See that circle of ice between the mountains? That’s the headwaters of the Jago River. I shot this photo from a tiny airplane, as Deb and I flew south out of the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge. A few miles to the north, the river had melted, allowing us to […]