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It's not everyday you get to watch a demolishion outside your front window.
This turned out tremendously better than I expected. I only wish I had gotten it in the paper.
Many of the photos in this post were honorable mentions to the photos I chose for my dayjournal.
I forget what I chose over this one, but I've been wanted to show this photo for a while.
One day this past Summer, Tim Dixon and I went exploring and found an abandoned sand flat.
Part Badlands National Park, Park abandoned-missile-silo-gounds. Strange.
We were sure how deep the sand was, but it swallowed up small trees and bushes.
On a day that will live in infamy, during a round of disc golf in a hurricane,
Andy W. chopped Tim Dixon in the back of the head with a disc.
Luckily, Kiel is a doctor.
Elroy amused by Tim Dixon's injury/Miles placing a geocache - quite the adventure
Spent the year working at a local organic farm.
I think it changed my life: the sun, the earth, the rain, the green.
Perhaps the best part was being part of a beautiful family.
Keith and Makayla were my best buds. I probably played with them as much as I worked.
Talking to three-year-olds always felt like making contact with an alien race.
Maybe someday their grandparents will tell them about their best friend in the summer of 2011
who used to spray them with the hose and chase them around the asparagus.
On June 16, I found this note in a Post Secret book in a store. I thought it was going to be the reason I'd remember that day.
But June 16 was the day my grandmother died.
I've haven't really written about death on here. I guess there still isn't much to say.
This is the last photo I took of her. Taken after Thanksgiving 2010.
Also missing from our days is Bailey, who passed away after having survived six wars and 56 presidential elections.
Who witnessed the Louisiana Purchase, the Great Depression, and Prohibition.
And who personally served in Abraham Lincoln's cabinet, chased the first model-T, and whose aimless barking was mistaken as a call for change - starting what we now call the Civil Rights Movement.
And we was a good dog, too.
I have a lot a good photos with Bailey, but this is my absolute favorite.
Taken the night Kayla curled my hair. Bail didn't like it.
Babes got her's done too. I love this photo.
And yes, we watch Oswald.
We take our Bocce very seriously.
This is Brian pretending he is Mario.
On another adventure, RealTimDixon and I went to GeoWoodstock IV in Warren, Pa.
At this geocaching mega-event, we ran into some local legends and took a photo to prove it to our nerd friends.
Below is chillin' in the parking lot of the same event.
AIP Crew. Represent.
Taken by Danny.
Not sure how it happened, but James, Root, and I had a sweet jam session.
It just felt right. A few recordings exist of this.
Brian bracing for a potentially painful disc drive.
Manda loses a bet.
Preparing cupcakes for our Halloween party.
It was one of my favorite memories of the year.
Liz working her magic on Eli.
Despite lack of visual evidence, Nicole IS wearing shorts.
Roadblockin'.
While not a prize-winning photograph, this picture played in important part in a weak attempt to be sweet.
I led Amanda on scavenger hunt for our anniversary. Sound sweet? Apparently, it was not.
Geocaching leads you to the strangest places.
In February, a group of us went to Pittsburgh to watch the 10 movies nominated for Best Picture. (Split between two Saturdays)
During the lesbian scene in Black Swan, my mom points out an obvious mother-daughter pair in front of us and says,
"Could you imagine watching this with your mother?"
Another great memory from the year was sitting on Presque Isle Beach and eagerly awaiting the coming dark storm.
See the disc. Be the disc.
Among my top favorites of the year.
I took this for a local business.
The best part (besides the pony's Bon Jovi hair) was that every time I took a photo the flash caused the pony to jerk back in fright.
Every time.
Love is Love is Love.
Be good to one another.
Carlos...