Heron Harassment

I was on my morning bike ride and I saw this gorgeous heron. Fortunately, I had the camera on my phone, unfortunately, the heron didn’t feel very photogenic. It flew about 20 feet down, so I followed it. Then it took off again, so I gave chase. This pattern continued about three more times until the poor creature just flew off entirely. I got some decent photos, but I can’t help but feel like a bit of a jerk.

Peanut: The Potbelly Pig

20140905_112837Biking might be my new favorite way to find photos. While peddling through Twin Lakes, I had to stop, do a U-turn, and start snapping photos of Mike Weber and his companion, Peanut the Vietnamese potbelly pig. Weber and his wife had heard of a friend selling piglets, and they wanted to bring one home as a surprise for their adopted, middle school daughter.

 

Since You All Love Toads So Much

On Wednesday, I posted two pieces. One was a breakdown of a landmark patent that could change the world of commercial photography for the worse. The other was a photo of a toad I took with my cell, accompanied my a little blurb stating that don’t much care for toads. Traffic when I posted the former plummeted. But, for the latter, I received a slew of comments between this site and my Facebook in rushing to the defense of toads. I guess that means more toads for all!

I Don’t Much Care for Toads

20140507_163738Even as I am rushing to finish pieces for the site, freelance, and landscape, there’s always time to nab the odd wildlife photo, even if it is a toad. I never much cared for toads. It’s never fun to find them while landscaping, they’re not very bright, make a mess of the roads in summer, they’re everywhere, they pee on you if you try to hold one, and on top of all that, they’re ugly little buggers.

The College Fest That Never Was

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Both the city and the university police were out in force to keep the partying under control, but were left with little to do.

I do believe that I have some sort of curse when it comes to Kent State’s annual College Fest. My freshman year, I skipped the drunken festivities for a more laid back gathering with some friends. I only found out later that I had missed photographing a full-on riot complete with couch burning in the streets. So, sophomore and junior year, I spent all night wandering the roads of Kent for fear of missing another such event, only to be disappointed by routine college debauchery. Senior year came around, and I was bedridden with a particularly nasty flu virus. When I checked my Facebook, it was populated almost entirely with posts and photos about a student body being tear-gassed by local police. My friend, Phil, took a photo of the event that was nationally syndicated.

This year, I wandered the more party-centric areas of Kent for hours, only to see a Kent that was almost barren. Nothing. Not even a game of beer pong. Imagine my shame at the university that seems to prioritize academia over destroying the town.

Now, for the sake of link-bait, I give you a bonus flower gallery: