



I can still remember the days of my youth when I had to endure a 9:00 pm bedtime, and as everybody knows, nothing good comes on television until at least 9:30 pm. Though, in recent months, well to be honest recent years, my sleep schedule hasn't exactly been up to snuff with the National Sleep Foundation's recommended hours. Over time I have pushed back the hours I sleep a night significantly and I'm not exactly sure why I choose to do so. I've come to the conclusion that I really don't care for sleep that much, despite the fact I hear so many conversations where people talk about how much the love sleep and that they nap throughout the day constantly, but I can't relate. I suppose I just can't cope with the idea of ending a day and the idea of spending 8 or more hours of absolute nothing. The Summer months seem to prolong my sleep even more than usual, and the last night I spend at home was no exception. These are some photos I took on a groggy ride home after spending the evening and morning watching some Soprano's episodes with some good friends.






















I'm puzzled by the extreme amount of trash I've been seeing around Athens since the quarter has ended. I must not have noticed the massive piles of trash and overflowing dumpsters last year and the year before. I've noticed an interesting cycle taking place: college students come, buy couches and chairs from Good Will and other various stores, use them/ abuse them for a year or so, throw them away, Athens locals come by and pick and choose what they want and put new life into things. I can't count the number of old trucks driving around with their beds piled high with various odds and ends found along the major college house streets. I think it's wonderful that (even without knowing it) the college kids are in some way giving back to the community, whom I'm sure are driven crazy by the students 90% of the time. 

















I went to Columbus to shoot the Memorial Tournament and waited all day to take a photo of Tiger Woods with my Holga and he walked right behind me without me noticing. My saving grace was old Jack . . . you see how that turned out. I didn't realize shooting a Hail Mary actually meant you had to pray in order for it to turn out.