7.28.2008

Italiano



The Italian Festival on the water front in Wheeling West Virginia was this weekend. I made it there with a couple of friends on Saturday night. The impression I am left with about Italy is that it is made up of cheap, American beer-loving drunks and under-dressed girls from West Virginia. Therefore, I will not be going.

On the other hand, here are some frames from the night. There was beer, fireworks, and italian sausage. Unfortunately no sausage pics.

7.17.2008

the same but different


I went to Cabela'z for the first time today. I was suprised to say the least. It was kind of like a museum, a museum that sold you everything you needed to go out and shoot, catch, or skin a Monet, Pollock, or Picasso. Other than that its been the standard coffee and friends.

7.11.2008

Ninja Shots

Home is home. Its not where my heart is. I'm not sure where that is actually. Right now I feel like I could make a home anywhere, as long as I'm with Mallory, taking pictures, and drinking coffee, and maybe strum a guitar or two. I've been wasting my summer away, not that I regret anything Ive done so far, just that I regret the lack of what I've done. I can't seem to get myself motivated, and the stress of being home is wearing me down. I really need to find some work.

7.05.2008

smoke without a fire

Fourth of July, Family, Stinkin' smoke bombs, Sparkler mayhem, and about a mile of snakes.

7.02.2008

Goat See

Sorry for the weird and maybe inappropriate title(for the regretful few who even know what goatsee is), but its 5:30 in the morning. This is summer in all of its glory. It felt like I hadn't taken a photo in a year, so this is Mallory's uncle's goat who got dehorned today. It was a pretty sad thing the mom cried for the baby, the baby cried for its mom, and Mallory almost cried because shes a girl. I guess I could call Goat Magazine and show them my new goat portfolio and work for them this summer, seems to be my only hope in keeping my sanity.