Caprock Canyon State Park, Quitaque, Texas

This is our first stop along our journey eventually ending in Northern Minnesota for the summer. We love the hiking here and it’s only a couple hundred miles from my parents home (our home base). So they came along with their travel trailer to do some camping with us before we departed Texas. 

It’s always hard on them (and us) when we first leave knowing we won’t be seeing each other for several months. Over all though, I think we spend more quality time with them since we’ve been fulltiming the last 5 years. 

Our next stop…. somewhere in New Mexico. 

Enjoy the pics from Caprock Canyon.

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A New Travel Adventure

We’ll be hitting the road again 2 weeks from today. It’s not that we don’t move our home fairly often, we just haven’t moved it more than a few hundred miles in a while. 

Heading west out of Texas, we’ll write and photograph our way across New Mexico, Arizona, Nevada, and up the Oregon coast into Washington. Our last time in Washington was in 2013. From there, we’ll head back east across the top of the country to Nothern Minnesota for the summer. 

Check back here often to follow us along if you’re so interested. 

I know Sharon will have new material along the way. And who knows, just maybe I’ll have my latest novel completed by summer’s end. Maybe. 

Brian

Etsy Store for Sharon S. Jones Fine Art Photography

Sharon has just added new photos to her Etsy store recently and is always adding new images as we travel about. Great photography is a true art form and Sharon has a great eye(I may be just a little biased because she’s my wife). She has something for everyone I think. Our favorites are black and white but she takes great color shots as well.

We search out places that are off the beaten path during our travels and that is where many of the shots are taken. We sell signed prints in a variety of sizes as well as give quotes and ship “ready to hang” signed and framed pieces.

Please take a look around the store here. Her photography store can also be found by searching the Etsy stores for “SharonSJones”.

Sharon S. Jones Fine Art Photography in the Cloudcroft October Art Festival

Sharon has been selected as one of the artists that will have their work on display and for sale at the upcoming Cloudcroft, NM October Art Festival. It will be held on Saturday, October 3rd and Sunday, October 4th at Cloudcroft’s Zenith Park.

Here are just a few of Sharon’s photos that may be on display. There are many more that can be viewed and purchased at Sharon’s Fine Art America page or from her Etsy store.

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Another Sample of “Indian Paintbrush”, A Thriller by B. K. Jones

After a couple of relaxing weeks living out in the boonies, we moved to a new spot yesterday, where we have good sun exposure for our solar panels and phone service. Finding a place where we can get both seems to be quite challenging here in the forest around Cloudcroft, NM.

I made some good progress on my next novel too. There’s nothing like getting out in nature for me, and away from people for a bit, to get my imagination going. The lack of cell service sometimes doesn’t hurt either. When I get a little further along, I’ll also post some samples from the new novel too.

Sharon also has some new photos up on her Facebook. Be sure to visit our “About Us” page and click her Facebook link to see them. She is a very talented photographer in my opinion, however biased it may be. She’s also very beautiful!

That’s enough about us for now. Here’s the second sample of Indian Paintbrush….

“Why are you whispering? Why don’t you show yourself you sonofabitch?” Andy said sternly as he tried to turn and look at the person who spoke to him. He could hear the sound of leather soled boots shifting and scraping on the concrete behind him. The bastard was moving to stay out of his line of sight, Andy thought to himself.

               “I know you’re scared, bud.” the voice said as Andy made another attempt to turn himself to where he could identify his assailant. “It’s ok though. You won’t be scared much longer.” the voice said, still whispering. With that last statement from the stranger, Andy felt cold chills all over his body. He didn’t know who this person could be or why anyone would want to do this him, but he had a pretty good idea what the stranger meant. He decided at that point he no longer wanted to see his assailant.

               Andy just hung there not saying anything else, just waiting for his fate. There was nothing else he could do. He thought of screaming out for help, but he knew his wife was gone into town, and he knew no one else was near enough to hear him. He remained silent. He refused to beg for his life like a coward. If the stranger had the intent of killing him, Andy figured he would follow through with it no matter what he said. So, Andy chose to keep his dignity. He kept silent and still, and prayed to God to take care of his wife and his parents if he should not make it through this ordeal.

               Andy heard the sound of the boots shuffle slowly on the concrete behind him. The sound moved around him to his side. He closed his eyes. Then he could feel the presence of someone in front of him. He kept his eyes closed.

               “Open your eyes.” the man ordered him. Andy didn’t open them. “You hear me, bud?” the voice said. He wasn’t whispering now. The voice sounded familiar to him now, but he couldn’t remember when or where he had heard it. “I said open ‘em!” the man said more sternly, but not too loud.

               It seemed like a lifetime went by as Andy hung there, refusing to open his eyes or say anything more. It had only been a minute or so in realty.

               “Do what you’re gonna do or get the hell outa here and leave me alone!” Andy finally said.

               “Oh, I’ll leave soon enough, bud.” The man responded coldly. “Man, you never saw it coming when I whacked you on the head with that hammer, did ya, bud?” The man said almost jokingly. “Your just as hard headed as ever, bud.”

               Andy still couldn’t place the voice. The man seemed to know him, though. He thought about looking at the man, now standing before him as he hung there by his ankles in the barn. The stranger kept referring to him as “bud”. He couldn’t recall anybody ever calling him that. Maybe it was something he called everyone.

That’s it for now. Thanks for taking an interest in our lives.

Till next time….

Brian

Sooner Rather Than Later…

In light of the terrible experience we’ve had camp hosting this summer, we decided to depart early. The managers here said they understood when I told them we couldn’t take anymore “babysitting” and we parted on good terms last Sunday. I can’t even begin to explain the relief we feel getting free of this last workamping job. I’m sure I couldn’t have lasted till the season’s end. 

The good news, make that great news, is we’ll have the remainder of the season to get some work done on our own respective crafts. We moved from our camp where we were hosts to another area about 1.5 miles up the road to unwind for a few days. We’ll be moving out to dispersed camping here in the Cloudcroft area in a few more days. I can’t wait to get back to work on my novel. Then we’ll be moving on north and into Colorado for the remainder of summer. 

As far as my first novel, it’s been over 2 years since Indian Paintbrush was first published. It’s a very, very slow process but it’s finally getting a bit more attention. Though I’m nowhere near making my living from writing, I can now see the possibility is there. 

I’ll be posting some samples from Indian Paintbrush here on the blog over the next few weeks. Please check it out on our “About Us” page. Click the link there and check out the reviews I’ve gotten so far. It’s only $3.99. Also, take a look at Sharon’s photography. There a link for that too on the “About Us” page. Don’t forget to check back to read samples from my first novel, Indian Paintbrush.

Till next time, Brian.