NOTICE: I'm not going to post on this blog anymore

After converting my blogs over to Blogger Beta I thought all my problems would go away. The flashy adds seemed so alluring. They held so much promise...

Sadly Blogger Beta is not for me, friends. It's plain crimping my style to be honest.

Thus, I made a weighty, executive blogging decision (aided by the expert IT advice of B. Leard).

But have no fear, the legend of Sacar Fotos will continue, just in a different place (and not in Beta format).

http://justpixels2.blogspot.com

At the above link you will find the continued photographic documentation from a man aged not 23 years, in his quest for artistic excellence and autobiographical photojournalistic provocation in the Sooner State and abroad.

I do hope you'll stay tuned at the new URL. And as always, thanks for viewing.

NOTE: My other mostly textual blog, Johnnie Stu will remain unchanged.

Vance Air Force Base

The army band played a change of command ceremony up in Enid today. We SAT DOWN and played in CUSHY chairs in the SHADE for the whole ceremony. I love the Air Force.

Quite a different experience than the Army's style of march-around-and-play-in-the-sun-while-standing-in-the-heat-for-
hours-with-a-STUPID-beret-that-provides-zero-facial-protection-
while-listening-to-DULL-speeches-by-pompous-officers-who-DID-NOT-get-
to-their-positions-because-of-their-riveting-speech-writing-skills.

Go chAir Force. Into the wild blue yonder, brothers. I'll play for you anyday...


This could have been you Doug...






A two-star general gave the key-note. Hence the flag.

Cock Fight

A few from the archives

Me and my hermano, circa 1994. I think this was taken at Baccalaureate.


Week in the Word 2003. Good work. Good fellowship. Good times.


1999 Norman Christmas Parade. Check out my superb horn angle — 10 degrees above level.


Granola in action — December 2000. Quite the amazing junior drummajor (and later senior drummajor).


My old jeep — an '85 CJ-7. Not a bad first vehicle.

A win's a win

A few shots from Saturday evening's game. (Student Media)


Horses are so pretty...


And they have so much to give...


Our old friend, Mr. Williams, making a sideline appearance. I wonder if he pays for his tickets?


Super Paul goes horizontal.


These shots make me cry, and then swear at the camera's autofocus. It's always on the most perfectly timed, pristinely framed images that the focus goes bizerk. Why? Please inform me. I have such simple questions...


"To Protect and Serve"




Even Boomer and Sooner were disgusted with our poor defensive tackling.


"Well, you know Craig, basically I carried the entire team and single-handedly prevented a loss to a backwater, lackluster football program..."

Adoption

This week I answered the call of the International Student Office at OU. I filled out the paperwork, pretending to be my dad (they don't give this privilege to students), and adopted two international students.

I adopted (or rather my dad adopted) Jose', an engineering student from Peru. I hope we can hang out, talk futbol and practice our respective secondary tongues. Should be good.

I also adopted Mo, a Chinese international business student. Her field of interest is the U.K. I figured I know a guy who could give her some authentic Brit flair. Right here in Norman, USA.

Mo came over Friday night to the Stu headquarters for dinner. Sam's sister, Susanna and her husband, Pete, are Stateside right now and came over to sup with us as well. A truly multinational gathering. And we had lasagna. We're so diverse.

But it was a great time. We learned about Chinese culture, chommed prime vittles and, it appears, helped welcome an out-of-towner to Norman in a meaningful way.

Good call on the student adoption bit, Doug. It's looking to be a win-win.

And there are plenty left unadopted even now. Just pretend to be your parents...they'll never know.

It's football time in Ooooo-klahomaaaa

Back in the saddle. I'll see you on the sidelines...

Rangers 3 — A's 0

We had great seats, courtesy of B. Leard. Thanks again, sister.


Mr. Stairs on the scoreboard, only moments before his 400+ ft. homer.


Some mid-game girltalk. But I'm sure they were talking baseball...


Tex at the plate.


Venerable superfans, basking in the post-game delight of a classic Ranger victory.

El Yunque

I've been on a bit of a panoramic kick lately. Here's one of the Puerto Rican rainforest. Over 200 inches of rain per year.

Thursday night at the range

Arizona and New Mexico — Aug. 8-13

Milt was in Arizona on business so he stopped by to bowl a few frames with us in Tucson. He put up some pretty good numbers too: a respectable 131 in the second game.


Playing with the cousins in their Phoenix backyard.












Me and the cousins: Isabela, Karina and Malena.


Lots of retirees rolling around in golf carts on the Phoenix (Sun City, actually) streets.


The new Cardinals stadium.


The amazing cacti. Great photo opps with these bad boys.














Just east of Flagstaff, AZ, lies the Meteor Crater. 4,000 feet across and 550 feet deep. And it was formed in seconds by the estimated 150 ft. diameter meteorite. Pretty crazy to think what the concussion would be like. Our brochure said it was more immense than 20 million tons of TNT exploding. Sheesh.






Panoramic of the crater. It's a large hole.


Saw this car at a rest stop on our way to Santa Fe. Good to see some Okie plates in Arizona. The stickers are pretty entertaining...


Oh good, only 700 more miles to go...


Just west of Albuquerque on I-40. At one point the whole arc of the rainbow was visible.






San Miguel's chapel in Santa Fe. The oldest church in America, apparently (c.1600s)


Those Santa Fe peeps are quite green friendly, offering a host of flexible fuel options. Ethanol is soo the way forward, dude.




Uppercrust Pizza in Santa Fe. The best I've had in my 22 years.











The hostel we stayed at in Santa Fe. Not bad for $15 a night. I met a guy named Lee who was bunking in my room. He's on his way out to San Francisco to work on an organic farm/zen meditation center. The place is called Green Gulch Farm. He extended me an open invitation. RUF internship? Pshaw. I always wanted to see San Francisco...






Mhmmm...Nutella crepes...




I made three Ferrari sightings in Santa Fe. This old school Testarossa was NICE.

"I love driving it, it is so choice. If you have the means I highly recommend picking one up."