He is a man of mettle. For the last twenty five years we have shared one great new adventure after another. He passed away last Sunday night, peacefully, in his sleep. Pancreatic cancer has taken him very quickly.
This week, I have been engaged in preparing and carrying out (today) a memorial service for him, as well as assisting the family. I am sorry that this post had to take a back burner to those important events.
My Shoot-out is dedicated to my friend. Most of the photos were shot at his farm. I did take many metal shots to stay, mostly, on task.
Life is precious. So are friends. Thanks to all of you for being the quality friends that you are. May God bless you in all of the righteous desires of your hearts.
This sunset was in Ninilchik, Alaska. James and I had more than one great adventure on the Kenai Peninsula.
He was more than a friend, more than a brother. I am comforted in the belief that I will see him again. We made a pact that he will have a fishing rod waiting for me when we meet again.
His wife loves birdhouses. He loved making them. What a team!
One of his seventeen grandchildren, enjoying the tree swing, today.
This old shed/garage dates back to his boyhood days, when he helped his father build it.
James was, rightfully, proud of his homemade smoker. I wish each of you could taste the smoked mullet (and other fish) we enjoyed from it.
Inside, the pans on the rack remain where he hung them.
This old birdhouse condo gains more character as the days go by.
Inside, birdhouses don't enjoy the same aging.
Torches, welders, and other farm implements stand unused.
Only a few short months ago, he plowed his field for a spring garden.
He loved his tractors.
The aluminum canoe has been a memory maker for the two of us, but, even before that a character builder for his children.