Jessie Bruah

2010-06-04T12:27:00.000-04:00

Governors Island 2010

Approaching the Brooklyn Maritime Building

A "Traditional" postcard view

St. Cornelius Church

Water Taxi Beach

Former Burger King (slated for demolition)

2010-06-03T11:50:00.000-04:00

The LMCC Artist Residency on Governors Island was written about in the New York Times yesterday. You can check out the article here. They even included a short quote from yours truly!

2010-05-29T13:25:00.000-04:00

(from http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/gallery/2009/sep/25/post-office-posters-exhibition?picture=353444421)

2009-09-16T13:18:00.008-04:00

Pioneers of Change Festival

Bison kintsugi, Studio Lotte Dekker

Last weekend I had the opportunity to work at Pioneers of Change, a unique design festival taking place on Governor's Island.
The event was dreamed up by Remy Ramakers, director of the design company Droog, and is one of the many NY400 events taking place this month. The festival merges together architecture, fashion, and design while showcasing a group of mostly Dutch artists. The festival emphasizes projects that discuss sustainability, reuse, and working collaboratively.

Pioneers of Change is being held in a group of yellow officer's quarters on Governor's Island that date back to the 19th century. The site itself is a perfect example of reuse, albeit with a twinge of understated irony. The whole setting makes me instantly recall family trips to tourist pioneer villages- the kind of places you find posted on brown signs along US highways. The difference here is that instead of having a pioneer village general store that sells "peasant" bread mix to tourists, the "100 Dollars or Less" store is temporarily set up to sell design books and various Dutch-designed Droog products.

I was able to spend extra time in 2 particular houses last weekend. One house holds the Tickle Salon, a project created by the partnership of Driessens & Verstappen. Any willing participant can lay on a mattress and allow a small robotic device, run by a 3-D rendering program that was written by the artists, to trace your skin for 15 minutes. As the session progresses, the robot is able to familiarize itself with the body. (pictures to come next week!)

Where the Tickle Salon space is meant to be a peaceful retreat, the Platform21 house is bustling with numerous repair projects. Platform21 encourages people to reuse objects instead of tossing them away, finding a new beauty in repair. On Sunday I learned how to patch plates with the artist Lotte Dekker. Dekker's work is inspired by the Kintsugi mending technique, popularized by a Japanese shogun in the 15th century. The end result creates a lovely seam and brings new life to broken objects that would have previously been deemed worthless.

The Pioneers of Change festival will be continuing through this weekend, from Friday, September 18 to Sunday, September 20th. More information can be found here: http://www.pioneersofchange.com/about.html
I'll be there on Friday and Sunday if you'd like to say hello!

2009-06-29T17:19:00.003-04:00

It isn't everyday that you find a book by a well-known photographer just lounging around a Manhattan thrift store. (Joel Meyerowitz in this instance)
It also isn't normal for this book to end up being an out-of-print first edition. Especially when the book is priced at one dollar.

So maybe it makes sense when your equally thrifty purchase of the day, an in-season pint of blueberries, clashes with your thrift store find in a disastrous sort of way.

Berry juice, meet Meyerowitz.

At least they both share a vivid palette.

2009-06-26T10:11:00.003-04:00

The SVA Photography Thesis Exhibition closes this Saturday, June 27th at 6pm!

Please stop by either today or tomorrow if you are in the neighborhood:

Visual Arts Gallery
601 West 26th Street, Suite 1502
Open Friday 10am-5pm and Saturday 10am-6pm

Also please check out a sampling of our work here:
http://mfaphoto.schoolofvisualarts.edu/thesis2009/index.php

2009-05-16T15:27:00.003-04:00

Here is the latest version of my postcard rack.

2008-12-24T14:42:00.000-05:00

New dam at Lake Delton.

2008-12-22T12:03:00.002-05:00

Fishermen on the Wisconsin River (County A construction site in background):

2008-11-18T01:51:00.005-05:00

Lake Delton/Wisconsin Dells #2

2008-11-17T15:23:00.000-05:00

Leaping the Chasm by H.H. Bennett

2008-11-16T22:59:00.003-05:00

Lake Delton and Wisconsin Dells, 2008

Lake Delton is a man-made lake situated next to Wisconsin Dells, a popular tourist destination that is promoted to be the “water park capital of the world.” The lake was built in the 1920’s to promote tourism in the area and is currently surrounded by summer homes and small resorts. During heavy flooding this past June, a section of road that bordered the lake collapsed, draining the water into the adjacent river. A few months later the basin remains mostly empty as the village of Lake Delton waits for the body of water to be refilled by next summer.

2008-11-15T19:25:00.002-05:00

Here are pictures taken around mid-October in a rather desolate state park. We found it a little difficult to explore the area while hearing gunshots in the not-so-far-off distance.....

2008-09-22T13:39:00.002-04:00

My summer vacation was ok, Part Two

2008-09-19T13:38:00.002-04:00

My summer vacation was ok, Part One

2008-03-05T13:03:00.002-05:00

Shows to see: 31 under 31

If you missed the opening last Saturday (it was quite the well-attended event), there's still plenty of time to check out this show at 3rd Ward.

"31 under 31: young women in art photography"
curated by Lumi Tan and Jon Feinstein
brought to you by Humble Arts Foundation
in collaboration with Ladies Lotto

The exhibition includes photographs by Amy Elkins, Ashley Lefrak, Dru Donovan, Elaine Stocki, Helen Maurene Cooper, Ka-Man Tse, Mary Mattingly, Ahndraya Parlato, Alejandra Laviada, Alana Celli, Alex Van Clief, Allison Grant, Catherine Maloney, Dina Kantor, Hannah Whittaker, Jessica Bruah, Jessica Roberts, Jaimie Warren, Kate and Camilla, Kelly Kleinschrodt, Marta Labad, Manya Fox, Molly Landreth, Nadine Rovner, Rachael Dunville, Reka Reisinger, Sara Padgett, Sarah Small, Sarah Sudhoff, Talia Chetrit and Tealia Ellis Ritter.

2008-02-27T11:42:00.004-05:00

FYI: I have an edition up on the 20x2oo website starting today, so you should go check it out now! The prints start at 20 dollars each, which in my opinion is quite possibly the greatest deal ever.

2008-02-27T11:33:00.003-05:00

Sunday morning in Bed-Stuy:

2008-02-23T10:40:00.000-05:00

Jackie, January 2008.

2008-02-10T22:02:00.003-05:00

My parent's basement kicks all sorts of ass. If you ask me, the randomness of the contents is pure perfection. I invite everyone to check it out sometime. The disco ball pictured is from a neighbor's garage sale circa 1996, the Norman Rockwell book was my grandfather's, and that thing that looks like an urn does not actually hold human remains, but we can always pretend.

2008-02-10T22:00:00.000-05:00

Armory from the roof.

2008-01-30T12:35:00.000-05:00

Bowling alleys always seem to have something magical hidden away in the corner. Occasionally you'll come across a massive selection of polka-dotted bowling balls gathering dust; other times you'll run into a toy taxi.

2008-01-22T21:38:00.001-05:00

House on California Avenue, Chicago.

This is my favorite Ugly House ever. I especially love how it is completely surrounded by empty lots- quite the anomaly for the neighborhood these days. Maybe I can find a way to buy whatever parcel of land is for sale- that way I can sit smack dab in the middle of my newly-purchased empty lot all summer. In a lawn chair. While playing horseshoes.

2008-01-21T12:50:00.000-05:00

Here are a couple images taken off of Cermak Road in Chicago. It was an exquisitely frigid night; so cold that I could hardly last 15 minutes without whining about the looming hypothermia. Maybe from now on I'll look at these pictures around mid-August. That's right around the time when I'll begin to suffer from heat stroke, and these images will quickly remind me of the opposite spectrum of extreme weather situations.

2008-01-17T14:54:00.000-05:00

These pictures are from the first day I was back in Illinois- in fact, they were taken within the first few hours of flying in from NYC. It was one of those cold, gray, foggy days that are somehow simultaneously blah and magical. I still cannot believe how Midwestern clichéd these images are, but hey, it was what I was drawn to within hours of coming home for the first time in 4 months.....

2008-01-16T22:53:00.000-05:00

Until my loan check for the new semester comes in the mail, I'm poor. Terribly poor, I should say. I am to that fun point of poor when one must make purchases with quarters dug out from the laundry change jar. Last night I was thrilled to find this 25 dollar American Express gift card I had received about 6 months ago and had never put to use- you can totally live off one of those in NYC for like 8 days, right?
Today as I walked home from school, I opted not to buy groceries for dinner, instead deciding to eat whatever scraps I thought would be in the kitchen- which I expected to consist of a bag of edamame covered with freezer burn and 2/3 of a Ritter Sport bar. Now before you start freaking out about my poor eating habits, let me stress that I had a totally balanced lunch of salami sandwich and a carrot and a stick of string cheese. Mouthwatering, right? Anyway, you can imagine my surprise to find some very tasty items in the fridge. I had bacon (leftover from my brother's visit), mushrooms (for a quiche I never made), shallots (also for the quiche), a container of grated romano cheese (maybe for pasta?) and a 1/4 loaf of multi-grain bread.
These items were pretty damn gourmet- at least for a person living off of a 25 dollar gift card for the next week. Not that these items necessarily go together as a complete meal. At this point I was happy to not have to eat chocolate and edamame for dinner. But what to do with these ingredients? Normally I would make a bacon-mushroom quiche with this stuff, but I was lacking eggs. Instead I decided to get a little, shall we say, daring. It was time to make a more creative meal- because, as I like to say, with poverty comes creativity. Ok, I've really never said that before in my life. But maybe I'm deciding to start now.

Jessie's Bacon-Mushroom Sandwich.
(kinda like a burger, but without the patty)

Melt 1-2 tablespoons of butter in a saucepan over medium-low heat. Add 1 diced shallot, cook for a moment. Add 1 carton of sliced button mushrooms and 1 teaspoon salt, cover, and cook for about 6 minutes. Uncover, add 1/2 teaspoon dried thyme and pepper to taste (I say lots) and allow to simmer until liquid evaporates. In the meantime, cook bacon to your preference in a separate pan and toast the bread. When the mushrooms liquid is almost completely gone, add about a tablespoon of balsamic vinegar to the pan; stir before taking it off the heat. Place bacon on one slice of toasted bread, add a good amount of mushroom mixture to the other slice. While mushrooms are hot, sprinkle a tablespoon or two of grated romano cheese on top to melt. Carefully fold bread slices together, cut in half, eat. Not too bad, eh?

2008-01-15T00:11:00.000-05:00

I'm back in nyc...

...and I am especially happy to return to my special little "castle" across the street (pictured above from my roof).
Ok, so I should specify that this building I like to call a castle is technically one of the old New York armories still existing in my area. This massive fortress-like building across from my house was once known as the 13th Regiment Armory and is currently being used as a homeless shelter. Last month I ended up photographing this particular armory, along with a couple others in my area, for a small school project. During my winter break I came to the conclusion that I need to continue photographing and researching these buildings in the upcoming months. Until then, I will post some vacation pictures from Memphis and Chicago this week.

2007-11-25T20:39:00.001-05:00

2007-10-29T16:53:00.000-04:00

Bed-Stuy, October 2007:

2007-10-15T23:15:00.001-04:00

Here is my very special photo essay from last week. The working title is "Megan in New York."

2007-10-15T16:17:00.000-04:00

Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn. October 2007:

2007-09-19T13:10:00.000-04:00

I'm kind of missing living next to a park these days. Last year I had the luxury of living across the street from Humboldt Park. It is way nicer than anyone in Chicago gives it credit for, no thanks to the area's not-so-distant shady past (and somewhat shady present). At this point in time, the park is one of those great public places that is teeming with all kinds of people: from the local Puerto Rican community to fisherman to runners to incoming yuppies to hipsters (but strangely more yuppies than hipsters) to old men hanging out in lawn chairs all afternoon to the very special and extended groups of local crackheads. During the weekend it would fill up to what would be its capacity, if a park had such a thing. Every shady spot would be occupied with dozens of people all marking their spot with a grill, a blanket, and possibly a folding table and balloons.

It had everything you could ever ask from a city park: baseball fields, a formal garden, a meandering stream, historical buildings, bike paths, even a hilariously small "swimming hole" they dug out of the ground every May.

It was concurrently serene and chaotic- at once both a beautiful urban oasis and a trash-strewn cesspool. And it felt like mine...even though I liked to share the place with others.

In two years the whole damn street will probably go condo and I'll never get the chance to live there again, but it sure was fun while it lasted.

2007-09-13T16:23:00.001-04:00

Crystal Lake, Summer 2007:

2007-09-13T14:02:00.001-04:00

Brooklyn, September 2007:

2007-09-13T13:59:00.000-04:00

Sometimes you just have to play with a couple of syringes....

2007-09-07T15:48:00.000-04:00

PRESS RELEASE:
Mark Batty Publisher announces announces A Field Guide to the North American Family

New York, September 4, 2007: Mark Batty Publisher announces its first foray
into illustrated literary fiction: Garth Risk Hallberg¹s A Field Guide to
the North American Family, with accompanying website (afieldguide.com).

For more information or to request a review copy, contact
pr@markbattypublisher.com

The story:
For years, the Hungates and the Harrisons have coexisted peacefully in the
suburbs of New York. But when the patriarch of one family dies, the
survivors face a stark imperative: adapt or face extinction.

In sixty-three entries and a website (afieldguide.com), A Field Guide to the
North American Family offers a collaborative portrait of two fictional
specimens and the environments they inhabit. Both established and
up-and-coming photographers contributed this edition¹s lavish illustrations
via the website, an ongoing,
networked internet community. The novella¹s entries can be read straight
through, but alphabetical headings and cross referencing also enable readers
to move through the narrative on their own as they see fit.

Part fiction, part reference work, part photo-essay, this singular Field
Guide invites readers and participants to consider the state of the family .
. . and to explore the future of the book, since visual content for a book
has never been generated this way before. Quite simply, this is a novella
like no other.

Garth Risk Hallberg, 28, will be included this fall in the anthology Best
New American Voices 2008 (Harcourt/Harvest Books), guest-edited by Richard
Bausch. His short stories have appeared in venues such as Glimmer Train,
Canteen, Evergreen Review, pindeldyboz, h2so4, and Em. Garth also writes
about books for the website, The Millions. His essay, titled Why James Wood
is Wrong About Underworld..., will appear in the fall issue of The Quarterly
Conversation. A graduate of New York University¹s M.F.A. program, where he
was a Starworks/Geduld Fellow, Garth earned the William H. Gass award for
fiction and the Leana Boysko essay prize as an undergraduate at Washington
University in St. Louis. He lives in Brooklyn and teaches writing at Hofstra
University.

A Field Guide to the North American Family
Garth Risk Hallberg
Fiction, Media Studies
144 pages
Color throughout
Casebound 7 x 9 inches
ISBN-13: 978-0-9779850-9-8
$19.95
October 2007

A Field Guide to the North American Family includes photographic contributions from the following artists: Jordan Alport, Timothy Briner, Jessica Bruah, Kara Canal, Sandy Carson, Alana Celii, Janice Clark, Jason Curtis, John Paul Davis, Chris Eichler, Amy Elkins, Jason Falchook, Elizabeth Fleming, Catherine Gass, Hans Gindlesberger, Andres Gonzalez, Maury Gortemiller, Jonathan Gitelson, Jennifer Greenburg, Ben Huff, Christy Karpinski, Mickey Kerr, Liz Kuball, Michael Kwiecinski, Shane Lavalette, Jason Lazarus, Stacy Arezou Mehrfar, Nick Meyer, Matt Nighswander, Alexis Pike, Colleen Plumb, Gus Powell, Abby Powell-Thomas, John Putnam, Shawn Records, Rebecca Blume Rothman, Christopher D Salyers, Matthew Schenning, David Shulman, Kevin Sisemore, Brandon Sorg, Brian Sorg, Sai Sriskandarajah, Tema Stauffer, JJ Sulin, Brian Ulrich, Consider Vosu, Grant Willing.

2007-09-04T22:16:00.000-04:00

Andersonville, Chicago. Summer 2007.

(To be fair, Casey was only reading the RedEye because we brought it to his house. The front page article was riveting. Can't remember anything about it, only that it was absolutely riveting.)

2007-08-03T16:09:00.000-04:00

Summer is my favorite.

(Even though my neighborhood currently smells like death and has become the headquarters to every single fly on the planet, summer is the bestest.)

2007-07-12T17:20:00.000-04:00

30 Days in Chicago: Day 1

Since I have very little time left in this town, I have decided to go on a different Chicago adventure every day until I'm gone. There's so much to do here, and so much that I never ended up seeing, that choosing 30 will be really hard. I suppose most of my decisions will be based on cost.

Yesterday morning I decided to bike over to the Green City Market. It could kinda be described as the granddaddy of Chicago farmer's markets. It boasts a large number of organic farmers from the midwest, celebrity chef cooking demos, a Lincoln Park address, and a whole lot of locally grown snobbery. Oh, and a four-dollar parking lot so you can drive your organic purchases two blocks back to your townhouse.

So technically I've been to the Green City Market before, which I suppose means that I could be cheating on my first day doing this, but really I think that a 5-year time span between visits is enough to call this a new experience.

In all honesty, the place seemed a little over-the-top for my tastes. The vendors were great, but the vendors rarely disappoint at any Chicago-area market. It was the crowd that seemed a little extra self-righteous, at least compared to the smaller markets around town. making me keep my trip on the short side.
It was slightly frustrating to stare at all the beautiful, fresh produce set out in front of me. I'd like to buy exclusively from these markets, but I couldn't afford this right now- and this is a similar problem for many. (call me crazy, but perhaps we could find a way for everyone to support local sustainable farming-if they so desire?)

At least I was able to pick out a few items, including green beans, crimini mushrooms, and 2 heads of funny-looking-to-me Italian garlic. I put my way stellar food photography skills to good use and created a picture with my purchases, which I will tentatively title

Still Life with Organic Produce and Brown Bag on a Rustic-looking Chair:

Although the hour-long bike ride was fun, I really wouldn't recommend the trip to anyone on the west side of town. The Wicker Park and Logan Square farmer's markets will suffice. Also, if you ride your bike on North Avenue for too long (or Division for that matter), you'll probably get squashed by a rental truck. Almost happened to me.

2007-06-11T22:58:00.000-04:00

Sometimes it is kinda nice to have a deer hanging out in your backyard. Whether or not the deer is real is entirely up to you.

2007-05-29T00:34:00.001-04:00

Yesterday afternoon, just before I left my parent's house, my father pointed out a lone cicada shell resting on their driveway. It was the first one that I'd seen in, well, about 17 years, and I immediately screamed and jumped up and down like a girl. (Or should I say "jumped up and down like a wuss" instead? My mother always prefers our statements to stay gender-neutral.)

In all honesty, I was mainly freaking out because I had forgotten how large the cicadas are. The sight of one shell had me thinking about of dozens of cicadas, with their eerie red eyes, crunching under my feet for the next month. This might just be the year that I wear boots in 85 degree weather.

After getting over my initial cicada shock, I decided to pick the little guy up and bring him back to Chicago with me. He fit nicely in my car's cupholder and didn't make a peep for the entire ride. Upon our arrival, I introduced him to some friends...

...but I soon realized that my cicada buddy had absolutely no interest in hanging out with the guys.

As you may already know, the 17-year cicadas are on a mission. They don't have time to hang out, play pool and take shots of whiskey with the dudes, or deal with the hassle of courtship and romance with the ladies. Their time here, at least above the ground, is minimal- and it must be spent on the most primal of duties.

I got the impression that the Cat was more of a pity lay, if you catch my drift. It was pretty obvious that the cicada was way more into Sally.

Or at least he was way into Sally's ass. But I think the interest was mutual.

She has the creepiest taste in lovers.

By the end of the visit, the novelty had worn off. The cicada was as boring to us as a regular old carpenter ant. Like with most houseguests from the suburbs, everyone just wanted the cicada to get back on the Metra and go home.

After much persuasion, I finally dropped the damn bug off at the Irving Park stop, mentioning loudly that he wasn't welcome back anytime soon. He'll probably try and call the next time he emerges, but I'm guessing that my cell number won't be the same by then anyway and he'll end up on the phone with a personal injury firm instead.

2007-05-20T19:04:00.000-04:00

Avondale, Chicago. May 2007

2007-05-16T11:53:00.000-04:00

I had about two minutes to stop by Lost Nation, Ohio and take a picture of Lost Nation Aviation. Unfortunately it took about one minute before a police officer pulled up and told me to "please be on my way." Someday I'll go back and spend a whole afternoon there.
(...by the way, I do hope that somewhere there's an old country song written about Lost Nation Aviation...)

2007-05-15T11:58:00.000-04:00

Some piñatas never see it coming. This one was full of broken candy pieces after it was knocked down.

Ohio, 2007.

2007-03-17T13:07:00.000-04:00

My neighborhood, Winter 2007:

2007-03-16T14:12:00.000-04:00

As the pay phone quickly heads the direction of the caboose and the two-dollar bill, I can't help but take pictures of the forgotten little buggers. Here's one from the UIC medical district:

2007-02-20T22:44:00.000-05:00

Pictures from San Diego....

2007-01-18T23:14:00.000-05:00

Here it is, the first picture I ever printed in a darkroom ten years ago:

I like the fact that it looks like something I would photograph nowadays.

2007-01-14T22:37:00.000-05:00

November 2006:

2007-01-14T22:19:00.000-05:00

Look, I finally put my "Snow Bunny" Halloween costume from 2005 to good use:

2006-12-13T19:24:00.000-05:00

Here's a picture from the new project I'm working on at my parent's house. So far it invloves me photographing pills, drug mugs, and numerous vials of insulin. Behold, the Family X-rays:

I'll post more soon...

2006-12-01T19:00:00.000-05:00

A few weeks ago, the Chicagoland area had an impressive first snowstorm of the year. After the blizzard-like winds died down, I figured it was the perfect time to travel across the street and take some snowy pictures of Humboldt Park- especially since I do live literally right across the street. So I walked around for a bit, trying to avoid the nasty slushy sinkholes that got in my way every 10 feet or so. Dum da dum.

I soon came to a realization:

Humboldt Park is a little boring in the winter. It's that time of year when its flatness really stands out. What makes the park so great in the warmer months is all the people, the whirlwind of activity going on at every corner.

The snowy desolation made me feel like giving up and walking back across the street for some hot chocolate in powdered form.

Until I noticed the only other living thing hanging out in the park with me: a fat little squirrel.

And his companion! It was the perfect scenario. A friend of mine has a thing for squirrels. She asked me to take some "artistic squirrel photographs" a few months ago, whatever that means. While I'd thought a lot about her request, I hadn't actually followed through on the pictures. Now the little buggers had literally fallen into my viewfinder. I couldn't just let this opportunity pass. So I started snapping away. I took like 50 pictures.

50 pictures of squirrels.

Even when they got a little rowdy.
Really rowdy.

Then I started thinking: I have absolutely no experience with squirrel photography. I've never read a manual on how to photograph squirrels. I've never looked at other examples of squirrel photography on the internet. I have no idea what I'm doing- and it shows.

So I put it to rest. Good thing- the damn squirrels didn't want their picture taken anyway.

Maybe I'll try again sometime.

2006-12-01T18:55:00.000-05:00

2006: the first and last year I'll go anywhere near a shopping district/tourist area on the day after Thanksgiving. There were too, too many people on the streets. I must blame the huge turnout on the beautiful 60 degree weather we were having.

This is Meg, in town from Minneapolis, with a souvenir boot-shaped mug full of spiced wine. It looks difficult to clean properly, like those curly straws that harbor all sorts of diseases. Good thing you left it behind in Chicago, Meg.

This is a sign leftover from that day's Marshalls Fields/Macy's protest. OK people: I'm pissed off at Macy's, too. Unfortunately they've changed the name and there's not much we can do now. Time to protest, um, rampant commercialism during the holidays or something. Maybe go egg Hummers? I dunno. Whatever's necessary to support the cause.

When I think of Christmastime and the North Pole and Rudolph, these ladies don't particularly come to mind, but whatever floats your boat.

We stood around Daley Plaza to wait for the Tree-lighting ceremony. Two minutes of fireworks + enough decorations to cover a godzilla-sized-tree= roughly 2 million of our holiday shopping tax dollars. (This is my own personal estimate, of course)

This about sums it up for me....

2006-11-30T23:57:00.000-05:00

Oh, the things I make my mother do....

2006-11-28T01:10:00.000-05:00

To Andrew:

With love from your sister.

2006-11-28T00:07:00.000-05:00

Making homemade pasta takes a long time. Especially when you're stuffing enough ravioli for 12 people who are so hungry, they just attacked an entire veggie tray in a matter of minutes.

Fettuccine+laundry=yummers.

The result is worth the four or five hours of labor....

and if you're not into getting your hands dirty, you can just play with the decorative manger set all evening.

2006-11-13T23:07:00.000-05:00

I'm back from Seattle. It was as lovely as I expected it to be...

...but you see, showing you all that beauty seems a little trite. This trip wasn't about art and the unique Pacific Northwest charm of Seattle, this trip was really all about kittens.

Kittens playing hide and seek,

kittens playing with brooms,

kittens telling secrets,

kittens looking a little off,

kittens drinking beer,

kittens getting fresh,

and kittens doing something I prefer not to discuss.

Please, let us not ever forget the kittens.

2006-10-31T00:02:00.000-05:00

Grandma's House.

2006-10-25T01:07:00.000-04:00

Brady and Jess's Wedding:

2006-10-04T19:29:00.000-04:00

Pictures from Feed and Johnny's.

2006-10-02T21:12:00.000-04:00

2006-09-07T23:50:00.000-04:00

I finally have internet access restored on my very own junky G4.
Here's some Fourth of July pics that should have been posted long, long ago.

Tony is blurred here- I'm sure he was telling a fantastic story.