I'm pretty sure that one of these taken on various survey projects is my favorite from this year. Either this one down the road from the Devil's Backbone Tavern:
or this in the middle of a few thousand acres with a really screwed-up South boundary fixed by agreement as running with the South face of a rock fence built in the 1860's (that turned out to be more than 150 feet distant from the original boundary):
or this that I drove past on the way back from West Texas:
or maybe this that I took on the way back from the Presidio County Courthouse in Marfa one day:
here is my favorite from this year, his first time out
My favorite (Her first time out):-) 
Please tell me there are stakes in that purse?
Maybe not the best picture but this place was by far the most interesting. A place called Kline's Mill. The mill is gone now and this particular still has holes in it.
edit: I found this while "surveying" so I count it as a surveying photo.
> Please tell me there are stakes in that purse?
..."or is she just happy to see me":-D
Errr....perhaps I have that one mixed up.
In any case of course she does! Also, field book, plumb bob, lunch for two....
H.I.=3.10'
At the pre k graduation 2 years ago they asked all the kids what they wanted to be when they grow up. His answer was a surveyor on mars.
That's great! He'll have that as the masthead on his company web site in 20 years or so. Definitely a keeper.
Picking a favorite for 2014 would be a toss up between these two from Daryl Mositner (of course). These are from his link in this post [msg]290670[/msg], which I took the liberty to download, attribute to Daryl and upload.
Besides being a stunning landscape, what really stands out for me is the flagging. Flagging doesn't hang on the horizontal plane by itself. This really captures surveying in the big lonesome with big elements at work:
This is just brilliant:
I took a couple snaps this year of our work restoring corners after a very effective forest fire incinerated 10 square miles west of town. They don't really capture the feel of the otherworldly desolation you feel in a fresh burn of this magnitude. You need to be in 95° heat with ash in your throat and eyes all day to get the full effect -
This is looking up at the burned out shell of a 30" juniper. Just a thin 2" veneer of the outer trunk was left. I'm sure it has collapsed upon itself by now.
Neato.Looks like the revenuers took an ax to them, as was their way.
And of course I spelled of course of couse in the photo edits.
You'd think since I heard it so much in my youth I could spell it in my golden years:
> And of course I spelled of course of couse in the photo edits.
Is that the Alaskan pronunciation that you were just spelling phonetically?
Yeah, yeah, that's it. Like an Alaskan. Or a Kennedy.
