Recent photos dump
I've been really busy lately with some of the projects I've been working on. I think it's important to do a huge push towards accomplishing my goals in that direction, at this time, before I miss the boat on something by procrastination. However, I also feel it's just as important to put everything to the side from time to time and sneak away, to make sure you don't suffer the trappings of workaholism. Work is meant to improve the quality of our lives, so naturally you want to carry non-work-related life quality seeking along with you in the times when you may be working harder than usual.
So anyway, I thought I'd dump some photos of things I've had fun doing recently.
I don't have any kids myself, but my brother who lives in the area has eight(!) of them between two wives. I don't think he's Catholic, but there's definitely something Catholic going on here. Anyway, my point is that if ever need to borrow any, I don't have far to go.
Rowan and Chloe hanging out with me at the office.
Rowan and Liam hanging out with me on the street.
Me, Kaitlyn, and my Dad at the Maysville Uncorked Festival. My Dad is dressed funny because he owns a Civil War-themed restaurant downtown and was out at the festival serving up samples of Carolina boiled shrimp (most of my family is from South Carolina). It's really the sauce that makes the shrimp so good. I'm not sure exactly what goes in the Garlic-Parmesian sauce (yellow bottle) besides the obvious garlic and parmesian, but that stuff belongs on store shelves. No bias there, either. It really is that good.
The Maysville Uncorked Festival, incidentally, celebrates the rather underplayed contribution Kentucky makes to wine production. When one thinks Kentucky, they naturally think bourbon. Most don't realize that before prohibition, Kentucky was the third largest grape and wine producing state in the nation. German immigrants brought much of their wine culture to Kentucky in the 1800s, likening the Northern Kentucky area to their own Rhine River region back home. In recent years, while trying to find a substitute crop for the collapsed tobacco industry, Kentucky has resurrected it's wine making image. Kentucky wine, eh, it's alright. I'd give it a few more years before getting excited.
Last Sunday, my Dad, my brother, and I went canoeing on Eagle Creek in Brown County, Ohio. Eagle Creek pulls water off the surrounding glacier-built hills and dumps it in the Ohio River at Ripley.
Shoving off. That's our canoe by the way. It's not a rental. We wanted to call it the S.S. Minnow, but thought that might jinx it considering the fate of the Minnow in Gilligan's Island. Instead, we dubbed it the S.S. Tadpole.
Dorks.
There's a marked difference between traveling the Ohio Rivery Valley by the slow boat and traveling by car. Much of Ohio is a seemingly endless straight stretch of corn, tobacco, and soybean fields. Canoeing the inner veins is a whole different world, shrouded in trees and twists and turns. It could be anywhere. Or rather, everywhere! I'm of the firm belief that if your life isn't at least fifty-percent fantasy, you're not having any fun. Eagle Creek was the Amazon River that day.
My Dad's arm is not sticking up my ass. That is an illusion. He is, however, actually kicking my brother, at my request. Slacker was trying to sleep.
The rock tower in the pics above is the old supports of a bridge that got washed away a long time ago. You can see them from US 52, and everytime I passed by them I thought, "You know, if I ever boat down there, I'm going to climb those rocks". I know, it's weird. I obsess similarly when I see the suspension bridge in Cincinnati, or a rock out in the middle of the water somewhere. I'm gonna go sit on that rock, that sort of thing.
Saw some interesting wildlife. Click the photos to enlarge. The first is of a crane that was camera shy, but out of five or so shots I finally got one of it sitting still. The underside of the bridge had birds living in mud-nests.
These are my favorite photos of the trip, at least from an arrangement perspective.
So anyway, I thought I'd dump some photos of things I've had fun doing recently.
I don't have any kids myself, but my brother who lives in the area has eight(!) of them between two wives. I don't think he's Catholic, but there's definitely something Catholic going on here. Anyway, my point is that if ever need to borrow any, I don't have far to go.
Rowan and Chloe hanging out with me at the office.
Rowan and Liam hanging out with me on the street.
Me, Kaitlyn, and my Dad at the Maysville Uncorked Festival. My Dad is dressed funny because he owns a Civil War-themed restaurant downtown and was out at the festival serving up samples of Carolina boiled shrimp (most of my family is from South Carolina). It's really the sauce that makes the shrimp so good. I'm not sure exactly what goes in the Garlic-Parmesian sauce (yellow bottle) besides the obvious garlic and parmesian, but that stuff belongs on store shelves. No bias there, either. It really is that good.
The Maysville Uncorked Festival, incidentally, celebrates the rather underplayed contribution Kentucky makes to wine production. When one thinks Kentucky, they naturally think bourbon. Most don't realize that before prohibition, Kentucky was the third largest grape and wine producing state in the nation. German immigrants brought much of their wine culture to Kentucky in the 1800s, likening the Northern Kentucky area to their own Rhine River region back home. In recent years, while trying to find a substitute crop for the collapsed tobacco industry, Kentucky has resurrected it's wine making image. Kentucky wine, eh, it's alright. I'd give it a few more years before getting excited.
Last Sunday, my Dad, my brother, and I went canoeing on Eagle Creek in Brown County, Ohio. Eagle Creek pulls water off the surrounding glacier-built hills and dumps it in the Ohio River at Ripley.
Shoving off. That's our canoe by the way. It's not a rental. We wanted to call it the S.S. Minnow, but thought that might jinx it considering the fate of the Minnow in Gilligan's Island. Instead, we dubbed it the S.S. Tadpole.
Dorks.
There's a marked difference between traveling the Ohio Rivery Valley by the slow boat and traveling by car. Much of Ohio is a seemingly endless straight stretch of corn, tobacco, and soybean fields. Canoeing the inner veins is a whole different world, shrouded in trees and twists and turns. It could be anywhere. Or rather, everywhere! I'm of the firm belief that if your life isn't at least fifty-percent fantasy, you're not having any fun. Eagle Creek was the Amazon River that day.
My Dad's arm is not sticking up my ass. That is an illusion. He is, however, actually kicking my brother, at my request. Slacker was trying to sleep.
The rock tower in the pics above is the old supports of a bridge that got washed away a long time ago. You can see them from US 52, and everytime I passed by them I thought, "You know, if I ever boat down there, I'm going to climb those rocks". I know, it's weird. I obsess similarly when I see the suspension bridge in Cincinnati, or a rock out in the middle of the water somewhere. I'm gonna go sit on that rock, that sort of thing.
Saw some interesting wildlife. Click the photos to enlarge. The first is of a crane that was camera shy, but out of five or so shots I finally got one of it sitting still. The underside of the bridge had birds living in mud-nests.
These are my favorite photos of the trip, at least from an arrangement perspective.
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