Another of my freelance projects. Some friends of mine were looking to send out their first holiday card as a couple and I was excited to help them out. We started with with photos of them and their adorable pets, then I designed the card from scratch for them. It was good to have the chance to stretch my graphic design muscles again.
Biking 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.
People kept causing traffic to halt on the town roads as they stopped to look at Peanut and talk to Mike Weber about her.
Peanut was particularly curious about my camera.
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:
My friend Ari showed up at my apartment to kidnap and take me to an event a local animal rescue was putting on. The event didn’t have much of a turnout, but at least I got a few decent dog photos. That’s what truly counts, right?