• A black and white photo of a hand holding a cup of BeanStalk Coffee in Norman, OK.
    Blind,  Life

    Snow Ice Walkabout Adventure: A Monday Encounter

    Due to the snow and ice weekend before last and the cold temperatures that didn’t get above freezing for days, we haven’t been venturing out much.  While I did work this past Friday and Saturday, I wasn’t able to go out for a walk last week.  I need my walkabouts with coffee a couple times a week.

    As much as I love my wonderful wife, Deana, and our adorable 3 furry kids, I like to venture out as much as I can.  We moved to Norman, OK a little over a month ago, but due to the time of year, I haven’t been able to venture all over the city like I normally would. 

    Today, the weather was scheduled to be fair and sunny, a balmy 50 degrees Fahrenheit.  One of the coffee shops I wanted to try is BeanStalk.  They have a huge selection and reached out to me on social media when asking for a good coffee shop in town.  Once I got there, the staff was friendly, helpful, and offered to read things for me since I can’t see. 

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    After enjoying a fantastic coffee and a iced oatmeal cookie, I started my way down Main Street in the general direction of home.  I started to walk by City Hall, but due to the road work, I was unable to do so today. 

    As I trudged homeward, the treacherous icy sidewalk stretched endlessly before me, offering no escape. Just as I began to steady myself, the ominous sound of a dog’s approaching footsteps pierced the silence, accompanied by the escalating growl of heavy breathing that sent a shiver down my spine. 

    In that heart-pounding instant, fear gripped me like a vice. The dog was invisible, a shadow of impending doom hurtling my way. Would it topple me to the ground? Would its jaws clamp down with ferocity? Or in a twist of fate, it would shower me with slobbery affection? The absence of its owner only deepened the mystery. My mind raced with these frantic questions as I desperately tried to pinpoint the beast’s origin.

    In the blink of an eye, the world around me transformed into a whirlwind of fur and chaos. The unmistakable sound of paws pounding against the ground reached my ears, and before I could fully comprehend the situation, a doodle. Perhaps it was a mix of breeds, its identity lost in the flurry—collided with me with the force of a small, enthusiastic train. I was caught off guard, my balance faltering as I stumbled backward, trying desperately to regain my composure. The cacophony of its barks echoed through the air, each one more fervent than the last, fueled by the rhythmic clatter of a cane that seemed to amplify the dog’s excitement. My heart raced, torn between the instinct to flee and the overwhelming urge to surrender to the absurdity of the moment. Should I dash away, risking a tumble on the uneven ground, or simply laugh at the sheer unpredictability of life, acknowledging my defeat in this unexpected encounter? The decision hung in the air, as tantalizing as the mystery of the dog’s identity. 

    Then, I heard the voice of the owner.  I laughed it off and said I was fine, of course.  Then, a Norman City Police Officer pulled up and asked if I was ok.  I said I was, so we both laughed and he drove away.  99% of dogs are friendly to me, but it is always the 1% that you have to worry about.  Getting bit is not my idea of a fun afternoon in the park. 

    All ended well and I made it back home safely.  It provided me with some entertainment and a story to tell to you all.  

  • An AI generated photograph of a road leading into Norman, Oklahoma. There is a title that states, "We Moved".
    Blind,  Life,  Photography

    Why We Moved from Arizona to Norman, Oklahoma: A Personal Journey

    For over a year, my wife and I had been on an exhausting search for a used home we could actually afford in Arizona. With housing prices skyrocketing and my vision declining, our choices felt increasingly narrow. We could have stayed and poured every dollar into exorbitant rent, leaving us scraping by without enough for basics like food, or we could pack up and start fresh elsewhere. As much as we both adored Arizona’s landscapes, climate, and memories, it simply wasn’t sustainable. Tough as it was, we knew it was time to leave.

    My wife’s family roots run deep in the Norman, Oklahoma area, and I’d fallen in love with the place during a week-long visit we took a while back. The friendly vibe, the open spaces, and the genuine warmth of the people stuck with me. So, we turned our sights eastward. In Arizona, even a modest one-bedroom felt out of reach on our average salaries, but crossing a couple of states into Oklahoma opened up possibilities we hadn’t dreamed of. After months of careful research, heartfelt discussions, and weighing every pro and con, we took the plunge and bought a charming three-bedroom home right here in the Norman area.

    We’ve been in our new house for nearly a month now, still surrounded by half-unpacked boxes and bubbling with that new-home excitement and aching back. The sense of community here feels real and immediate, a far cry from the isolation we sometimes felt before.

    Just the other day, for the first time since moving in, I ventured out for a longer adventure: a roughly four-mile walk exploring parts of the city. Downtown Norman is buzzing with activity these days, with quite a bit of construction reshaping the area, new developments, infrastructure upgrades, and revitalization projects that promise to breathe even more life into the heart of the city. Navigating those zones as a legally blind guy could have been tricky, but the construction crews were incredibly kind and patient, guiding me safely through the hazards with clear directions and helpful hands. I had an absolute blast chatting with folks along the way, strangers who stopped to talk, share stories, or just say hello. The whole experience left me feeling safe, connected, and invigorated.

    That said, Norman isn’t without its challenges. Like many growing cities, there’s a visible issue with homelessness, and the city council has been deeply engaged in debates about solutions, including proposals for a permanent shelter funded through a bond vote. With budget deficits and ongoing discussions about priorities, it’s a complex topic that reflects the city’s commitment to addressing real needs while balancing resources. But beneath those growing pains, Norman brims with character, the kind that’s hard to find in bigger, more polished places. The people here are genuinely great: down-to-earth, helpful, and quick to lend a hand.

    As a classic university town, home to the University of Oklahoma, Norman pulses with energy. You’ll encounter all walks of life, students, professors, families, artists, and athletes creating a vibrant mix that’s always refreshing. There’s constantly something happening: games at the stadium, events on campus, festivals, or just the lively hum of daily life. It’s big enough to feel like a proper city (without the overwhelming chaos of nearby Oklahoma City), yet it retains that welcoming, small-town heart, perfect for this country fella who’s always preferred wide-open spaces over endless sprawl.

    The one thing I’m still hunting for is that perfect coffee spot with the right community feel. There are plenty of options within easy walking distance, Starbucks, Dutch Bros, Stella Nova, and more, but they’re not quite hitting the mark for me.  Back in Payson, Arizona, I was a regular at Common Grounds, a true local hangout where folks gathered every morning to chat, catch up on news, and build real connections. They even kept my own dedicated coffee mug on a special hook, complete with Braille labeling so I could find it easily. It felt like home.

    Here in Norman, I’m optimistic I’ll discover something close. I’m planning to explore them one by one until I find that spot where I can become a regular again.

    All in all, we’re thrilled to be here in Norman, putting down roots and embracing this new chapter. Our home feels like a true blessing, spacious, affordable, and filled with potential.

    As we get more settled, I look forward to sharing more stories and diving back into writing about my lifelong passion: photography and vintage film cameras. Being legally blind hasn’t dimmed that love one bit. With no useful vision in my left eye and just a narrow 5-degree tunnel in my right, the world is mostly shadows and shapes to me. But photography has been part of my life for decades. It’s about feeling the moment, composing through instinct and memory, and capturing beauty in ways that transcend sight. Old film cameras, with their tactile controls and timeless mechanics, are especially magical. I can’t wait to talk more about them soon!