Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Beautiful Africa.
Maybe the pictures can say more than I can right now. Jet lag.
At the Shalom Center for Street Children.
A new shirt.
Take my picture.
Trifecta. The middle one is named Loveness.
From the foothills of Mount Kilimanjaro in Moshi.
Zanzibar looks like a pirate haven.
Sailing in the Indian Ocean.
Beth and I.
This one was my favorite. Are you allowed to have favorites? Runny nose. All the time.
A good cup of coffee. A rare find.
Pissed off chameleon.
Fire ants. Watch your feet.
Turn around, Bethy.
Maybe the pictures can say more than I can right now. Jet lag.
At the Shalom Center for Street Children.
A new shirt.
Take my picture.
Trifecta. The middle one is named Loveness.
From the foothills of Mount Kilimanjaro in Moshi.
Zanzibar looks like a pirate haven.
Sailing in the Indian Ocean.
Beth and I.
This one was my favorite. Are you allowed to have favorites? Runny nose. All the time.
A good cup of coffee. A rare find.
Pissed off chameleon.
Fire ants. Watch your feet.
Turn around, Bethy.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Ohio Summer.
It's been an Ohio summer. When I was in Cambodia last summer, riding along the dirt roads and looking at the rice paddies bounce by, I found myself missing rural Ohio, her landscape, her miles and miles of corn and soybeans, her people, her tiny towns and gas stations. It's been nearly a year, and I'm happy to say that I've done a few things that have helped bring me back to the Ohio of my youthful days in Johnstown, Ohio and the Ohio of my carefree days in and around Athens, Ohio. Here are a few pictures from my adventures from this summer, the most recent being my first visit to a demolition derby at the Hartford Fair in Croton, Ohio.
Country music and county fairs belong together.
I've been obsessed with sheep for several months. Because of the Biblical metaphors attached to them. Because I love wool, yarn and the fiberarts. And because Anne Lateer, my late maternal grandmother was obsessed with sheep. It's not too late to get to know her. These sheep were at the Hartford County Fair last night.
A Friday evening drive to Delaware State Park. I think that we got lost, but it was nice. I like getting lost on rural Ohio roads. I also like taking photographs through my windshield.
I love, love, love swimming in freshwater lakes of the deserted variety. One of my biggest fears is that I will run out of opportunities to do this, and that by the time I have children, there won't be anywhere to swim without lifeguard stands, parking spaces and vending machines. This night swim was a gift. I wasn't supposed to be in the water. The odds, my safety, and the Delaware State Park were against it. But I didn't care.
On the way into the Hartford County Fair. Everything stops for the demolition derby. The air is heavy with humidity and anticipation. Just sit and watch. It's too hot to move.
The cars before they turn into mashed up pieces of multicolored foil.
Note the surprised smiley face thingy. Would you call that an emoticon?
It's been an Ohio summer. When I was in Cambodia last summer, riding along the dirt roads and looking at the rice paddies bounce by, I found myself missing rural Ohio, her landscape, her miles and miles of corn and soybeans, her people, her tiny towns and gas stations. It's been nearly a year, and I'm happy to say that I've done a few things that have helped bring me back to the Ohio of my youthful days in Johnstown, Ohio and the Ohio of my carefree days in and around Athens, Ohio. Here are a few pictures from my adventures from this summer, the most recent being my first visit to a demolition derby at the Hartford Fair in Croton, Ohio.
Country music and county fairs belong together.
I've been obsessed with sheep for several months. Because of the Biblical metaphors attached to them. Because I love wool, yarn and the fiberarts. And because Anne Lateer, my late maternal grandmother was obsessed with sheep. It's not too late to get to know her. These sheep were at the Hartford County Fair last night.
A Friday evening drive to Delaware State Park. I think that we got lost, but it was nice. I like getting lost on rural Ohio roads. I also like taking photographs through my windshield.
I love, love, love swimming in freshwater lakes of the deserted variety. One of my biggest fears is that I will run out of opportunities to do this, and that by the time I have children, there won't be anywhere to swim without lifeguard stands, parking spaces and vending machines. This night swim was a gift. I wasn't supposed to be in the water. The odds, my safety, and the Delaware State Park were against it. But I didn't care.
On the way into the Hartford County Fair. Everything stops for the demolition derby. The air is heavy with humidity and anticipation. Just sit and watch. It's too hot to move.
The cars before they turn into mashed up pieces of multicolored foil.
Note the surprised smiley face thingy. Would you call that an emoticon?
