Boston

Eye candy for you all since I haven't updated this thing in way too long.  It's a bar.

Leaves

Leaves I found on the ground in DC. There were a lot of them. They were pretty.

My Best Friend

So, on Monday, my Dad called me with the call I had been expecting for over a month but one that I had been dreading.  My Dad called to tell me that they would be putting Mick, our 15-year old Australian shepherd to sleep. We got him while I was still in kindergarten, and we would have never dreamed that he would make it to my senior year of college.  I still remember picking him up on St. Patrick's day of 1994 from a farm just outside of Des Moines. It was puppy-love at first sight.

Mick would sleep in my bed with me, sometimes under the covers.  He would usually stay there until I fell asleep, but then the next morning, my dad would let him into my room to jump on my bed and wake me up for school.  As I got older, there wasn't room for both of us on the bed, but I still started everyday by getting jumped on and licked by a relatively large dog.

We had a lot of fun growing up together. We explored the woods behind my house. He would chase after us as we sledded down snowy hills and would steal our hats and gloves from us once we got to the bottom. When I played catch with friends, it turned into a game of keep-away from Mick, and when he eventually did get the football/baseball/whateverball, it turned into a game of catch-the-stupid-dog-so-we-can-get-the-ball-back.

I could go on and on about Mick. How he chased the deer in the park, and how the deer weren't scared of him at all. How he used to greet my family with a special bark and how his left ear was always perked in the air. How he hated to have his paws touched and how he "played guitar" when I scratched him on his chest just below the neck.

Mick was simply the best dog a boy could ever ask for. I'm gonna miss you, buddy.

So without further delay, from about a year ago, here is a self-portrait of me with the best dog ever to grace this earth.

Octuple Stuf

All I really wanted to do was show you this Oreo. Look at it!

Row House

While walking around the Shaw-Howard area, I found this old section of row houses. The red brick and teal tops were an interesting contrast, so I decided to show it. One of my favorite parts of this scene is the old sign. I love old rusting signs like that, but unfortunately it's kind of lost in this photo. From a couple years ago, this was one of my first experiments with Photoshop Lightroom.

Fall

It's definitely fall in DC. Took this picture last weekend, but now the trees are more gorgeous than ever. Lent my camera out to someone, but should be getting it back tonight or tomorrow.

Terrifying Playground

One of my very first HDR attempts.  Also, don't take your kids here.  It is terrifying.

Narcissism

Because I know all of you want to see how I looked two years ago. Here I am. Rough, raw, and unedited.

Beer

I don't imagine many of you outside the Midwest have had Schlitz. Hell, I bet most of you in the Midwest haven't had Schlitz unless you're over fifty.  Way back a million years ago, like when my parents were in college, it was the cheap beer of choice.  The original Natty, if you will. They changed the formula, and apparently it made the already crappy beer undrinkable.  Recently, Schlitz reverted back to its old formula, and the beer is making somewhat of a come back. I have even had more than one!

Pontiac

The same day I caught John McCain eating a pork chop on a stick, I took this shot of an old Pontiac at the Iowa State Fair. Do any of my readers know what model this is or what year? I know nothing about cars.