Monday, January 24, 2011


Nathan Morgan asked if I could find a weather feature or pictorial while I was dropping dumping photos from earlier assignments. I told him I'd see what I could find, but after scouring the events calenders, I found nothing. So I walked down to the Tridge hoping to find something weathery over there, but instead I found a squirrel. So I shot a squirrel. And wrote a ridiculous caption.

A fox squirrel nibbles on a nut securely gripped between its paws, its face lightly dusted with fresh snow Monday afternoon by the Tridge. The fox squirrel is the largest species of tree squirrel native to North America, thriving best among oak, hickory, walnut and pine trees that produce winter-storable foods. Sometimes being referred to as raccoon squirrel, or monkey-faced squirrel, they are also mistaken for red squirrels and grey squirrels, despite physical differences such as size and color. Fox squirrels rely on their agility, both climbing and jumping, to escape predators.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Ice Racer

Spent the morning out on Ross Lake in Beaverton, Mich. ice racing. It was a bit nippy (-9 when I pulled up), but it was a lot of fun. And cold.

Holy solar flares, batman.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

It's more basketball, go figure.

My ability to focus today sucks.



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I call that last one "Peek-a-boo #3: In Celebration", that other one is too square for its own good. I should stop posting sports.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Film Adventures

I went on a feature hunting drive (the final destination to pick up my car from home) with Jake the other day, and I decided to shoot only film. So I packed up a couple rolls, grabbed my 28mm and 135mm, and hopped in the car. I ended up shooting about 2.5 rolls (first roll was already half used) on the trip. Unfortunately, my camera made the dick move of not rewinding a roll properly, so that roll got wrecked...Which sucked cause I thought I had a pretty nice frame on it. Anyway, here's a collage from an abandoned house we stopped at.


And from a frame from Uncle John's Cider Mill.