Ah, the joys of matinee baseball in April, when you can secure a ticket eight rows behind the dugout for a mere 18 bucks. If only the outcome had been more favorable — my Sox fell to the Royals 3-1.
Must. Resist. Pickup trucks and sporting dogs.
In recent weeks, I’ve been resisting the urge to get a pickup truck. And after spending 15 minutes watching a stranger’s dog (Hank, below) fetch a stick in a cold lake, I’m now resisting the urge to get a Chesapeake Bay Retriever.
Note: My CBR envy waned considerably when I saw Hank’s owner put the wet and stinky pooch in the backseat of her car.
Nothing foul about these fowls
As media consumption goes, what’s nerdier than watching a documentary on ducks? How about listening to a live-stream of the National Book Awards while watching a documentary on ducks? Guilty and guilty, your honor.
Seriously, though, An Original DUCKumentary, which aired on PBS earlier this month, is well worth a viewing. It even inspired me to photograph a few quackers in my neighborhood.
Fractured ticket booth
I started creating fractured images while taking a digital design class at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. Here’s a fracture I composed this week using a photograph of the ticket booth at the Wheaton Grand Theatre.
How many pumpkins does it take to avoid a toddler meltdown?
I took my daughter to the grocery store to buy a pumpkin yesterday. She insisted we buy three. At a mere $4/pumpkin, and with a meltdown imminent if I insisted on buying just one, I acquiesced and we rolled out of Dominick’s with three orange wonders wedged into our cart. I took this pumpkin portrait last night, then applied a few filters to add some spookiness. Happy Halloween, y’all.
Rock ‘n’ Rubble High School
Though my high school experience was a mixed bag, I’m struck by a nostalgic sense of loss every time I pass by the demolition site seen below. Day by day, Wheaton Central High School — an institution that educated the likes of Edwin Hubble, Red Grange, Bob Woodward, John Belushi, and, much further down the list, me — is being pounded by a wrecking ball, a process slowed by the presence of asbestos that needs to be hosed down and carefully removed.
And what will take the place of the school? A gourmet grocery store, naturally.
Parade of horses
I took a few photos at the Putnam County Fair Parade, and this one emerged as my favorite, narrowly edging out a shot of ALF in a Shriners hat.
