Jason S. Harry

I’m a picture guy. As of this writing, I have 19,203 pictures on my laptop. It may be time to sort through them, get rid of the bad ones (there are many), and organize a little. I don’t think it means I have a problem. I do believe having that many pictures means that I really enjoy looking at stuff. I’ve said it before that I must have been blind in another life. I’m thankful for the gift of sight, and my Nikon does a great job of helping me to record the good things I see.     A few weeks ago, I showed up at work on a rainy afternoon. As I drove my car to my waiting truck, I noticed how cool the line of trucks looked in the reflections of some puddles that had formed thanks to the rain. I took a picture of it (it couldn’t be helped), and sent it to my friends at Volvo Trucks United States. A few days later, they shared it on their Facebook page , and the response was very good. Lots of people seemed to like it. Volvo trucks went so far as to use that picture in ...

I don’t remember half the stuff I dream about, maybe less. I suspect you are the same way, unless of course, you are one of the crazy types that keeps paper near the bed in an event of an emergency. When I wake up from a great dream, I like to savor the memory, then go back to sleep. If it’s a bad one, I enjoy realizing it was fake and closing my eyes again. (It’s always pleasant to find out that I’m not going to jail or getting divorced.) I recently enjoyed the most vivid dream that I can’t get past. I cannot let it go unwritten because it was that enjoyable. I was in an airplane. I don’t know what I was flying, only that it was a low to mid-wing of a silver color. I would speculate on make or model, but that won’t mean anything to you if you are not a fan or caught up in your knowledge of winged machines. I was flying alone in the front seat, a bubble canopy above me affording me a great view in all directions. Even though I could not see the backseat, I remember having th...