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Everyone has opinions.

Mine are the correct ones.






Sometimes I feel like a nut.



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Kathy Noltze's

Portals to Europe


Folkestone and

 Bits of Britain



Bits of Belgium



Bournemouth photos

Cologne photos

Good King Wenceslas

Krakow photos

Montezuma Castle

Reclaimed info

Warsaw photos




Two +/- densely wooded acres in Wisconsin's Northwoods. Bounded by residences on acreage, zoned commercial on primary road. Paved. Rural character, walk to Conover amenities. Electricity to lot line. Pound or drill well, put in septic. Taxes: $164.18. (Yes, the whole year.)

Tax parcel #8-817

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Last of the Summer Wine country photos by

 Kathy Noltze.


Clifton Suspension Bridge

Read here.


See Portsmouth page.

Portchester Castle



Cliff walk at Dunbar

It's just steps to the beach.







Clifton Suspension Bridge in Bristol, UK


Bob's irritable owl

This guy perches on my chimney and hoots his outlook.


Along the towpath in Llangollen, Wales


Arizona's reputation for spectacular sunsets is well-deserved

but there is something about our sunrises that is unique,

chiefly that you are up early enough to appreciate them

and not step on a rattlesnake while doing so.


Desert rain

Most of the time, it is nice to live in the desert, far from humidity and rain.

When I want a little rain, I just wash my car.


Doing the duck walk...

These critters were sorely disappointed that I didn't feed them when they waddled to me.




I am fired with enthusiasm.

One of the pleasures of a rainy winter day in the desert is a

a fire in the fireplace. One can put aside business and home

chores and cuddle up with a good book and your favorite friend.


I don't have to blow out one candle to light another.

Nothing is diminished by sharing the fire.


Wisconsin has many places designated after John Muir, who grew up in Wisconsin.

His family brought him to the state from Dunbar, Scotland, where he was born. The

picture above is part of John Muir Walk along the coast where it originates in Dunbar.

I photographed it on a delightful windy day. Always an advocate of preserving nature's

landscape, Muir went on to establish many of our national parks and is indeed credited

with creating the entire system, including our own Grand Canyon National Park.



One would think our country is currently too cold for something to flare

but fights broke out in crowded shopping centers as tempers flared.

Apparently, to return one's own items is more crucial than anyone else's returns.


Guess who came to the party?

This pig was looking for that Big Guy who lives here.


The Dock

Willow Springs Lake


Including my car, there was one vehicle on the road.


Oh, look! A native!


At the salt mine near Krakow, I remember descending

a bajillion steps to get to the magnificent salt sculptures.

 Below me were hundreds of tourists and above me were

hundreds more. There was no alternative but to go with the flow of

people. Of course, partway down, the line stopped for no apparent

reason. There I was, in a non-English-speaking crowd a mile below the

surface of the earth with not even cell phone service (because we were

a mile down). That was the first time I remember being claustrophobic.

After about 15 minutes, the line started moving and I survived. I never did

find out what trapped us because it was a non-English-speaking crowd.


Last rays of sun for the day fall on the Zane Grey Museum in Payson, Arizona.



Wawel Castle, Krakow



A clown with a job is somebody's fool.


Boulogne-sur-Mer, France


Babies are everywhere in my yard.

This is a quail chick that the coyotes

didn't find. Javelinas use my palo

verde trees for their confinements.

Patches of desert weeds are home

to cottontail rabbits' twin babies.

My home is a nursery for wildlife.



Poultry in motion


Water, water everywhere...

We have no rain gutters on our houses nor drains in the roads here in the high desert.

(We do, however, have dry-rotted windshield wipers.) Water runs everywhere.

Do not forget The Stupid Motorist Law (actual name): if you enter a wash that's

posted Do not enter if flooded and you sink, you pay for the rescue.


Best Buds

These three seem to always travel together.


Elk scat

A herd laid waste to my yard.


Mogollon Rim

Locals pronounce it muggy-on and everyone else calls it whatever is trending on Wikipedia.

It's a geographical feature of Arizona that's about 200 miles long; this is near the east end.

 You might have crossed the western portion if you ever drove from Flagstaff to the Valley.


Eerie shore of Willow Springs Lake


Willow Springs Lake

Tracks in the snow confirmed that someone had been here before me.


Fish in the sand weren't biting that day at Woods Canyon Lake.



Arizona Fish and Game controls the number of waterfowl nesting in our lakes

by controlling the reeds. If there are too many birds, the water is too foul for

the game fish to thrive. They stock our lakes regularly from our fish hatcheries.


This Blue Heron has a nest at Green Valley Park lakes.

It's a good place to raise off-spring.



Kathy Noltze en route to Weston-super-Mare via Hayes & Harlington


Along the trail in Christ Church Meadows


Kathy Noltze's been to Oxford (on the train).

I returned from a fun-filled week in Oxford,

where just walking across the grounds of

Christ Church College raised my IQ by 2 points.


About us

Bloomin' Desert




Severn Tunnel


How's It Hanging



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March in such a way that

others will wish to join us.

       –-Hubert H. Humphrey

You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong.

–Abraham Lincoln

Numbering your possessions

invites fate to take them away.

Full Circle

My great grandparents rode horses but were afraid to take the train. My grandparents took the train but were afraid to drive. My parents drove but were afraid to fly. I fly but I'm afraid to ride a horse.

He is not happy who does not

think himself so. –Roman Wisdom

A civilization flourishes when people plant trees under whose shade they will never sit.


...I learned this... that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.

–Henry David Thoreau

But dost thou love Life, then do not squander Time, for that's the Stuff Life is made of.

–Benjamin Franklin

The Sky is the daily bread of the eyes.

–Ralph Waldo Emerson

A large red drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone.

–John Steinbeck

The soul awakes...between two dim eternities–the eternal past,

the eternal future.

–Harriet Beecher Stowe

Nature Calls:

Ducks the Issue.

Kathy Noltze's photographs of

not-so-wild life on canals and

riversof northern England


Bournemouth photos

Cologne photos

Good King Wenceslas info

Krakow photos

Reclaimed info

Warsaw photos

Signs of the times:

Gargoyle on York Minster appears baffled; maybe he's trying to decipher signs.


♫♪Yellow Ribbon

I made a wrong turn when I departed the train station and found myself on a lonely street in Bad Godesberg, Germany. Godesburg ruins (notice spelling difference) was my aim but here I was in an isolated residential area. Suddenly I heard music, an American song, and I followed my ears, which ended up at a bandstand between a lively duck pond and a terrace of tea-drinkers who were startled to see me pop through the hedge. An orchestra on the bandstand played "...tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree..."

     Such are the memories that a song or smell evokes. The boss of the dials at our house had dialed a mellow-listening station and I was transported across time and distance.

Skuhrov, Czech Republic

Genealogy studies found me in  Czech Republic a few years

ago digging up Bohemian ancestors. This church in what was formerly Rathsdorf has a monument in its cemetery to residents who were killed in WWI; on the monument are inscribed the names of several Doubrawas and lots of Zimprichs, names familiar to many people in Wisconsin. Skuhrov/Rathsdorf can be  reached by train from Prague to Ceska Trebova and then about 7 miles by local bus.


Desert living isn't for the faint of heart.


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