Last of my Woodland Creatures series:
The fox that was made for the Art Chop event has since been replaced!
Now he is joined by a new little friend!
Last Saturday some friends invited me to go with them to tour the Franconia Brewing Company in McKinney, TX. I’ve been meaning to make a US-wide tour-de-beer, so no better place to start than right in my backyard!
I got lots of pics to share, so bare with me!
(Want more? Many more pictures can be found on my Flickr!)
I was impressed with their process. It was a small facility, but they have a small operation. They don’t currently bottle their beers, and won’t unless they get a recycling program arranged with the vendors that request to sell their beer. They have made an effort to keep their operation as environmentally sound as possible (i.e. recycling hot water, only producing what’s ordered, taking what little waste they have to the recycling center themselves…).
Well done, guys!
On a side note, the Winter Wheat was phenomenal. I have had the regular wheat and dunkle beers, but this one was new to me. 9% alcohol content, too. Nom nom nom.
My circadian rhythm is all sorts of messed up. Maybe it was the whole sleeping-in (every day of my month-long vacation) thing, coupled with the inconsistant feeding times, but the result is a really crappy first-day-back-at-work.
I’m also a little bitter that we hadn’t had any winter-like precipitation this whole holiday season! I suppose it’s better that way. If it so much as rains, the motorists around here forget how to drive (they’re not much better when it’s dry, either).
To cheer me up a little (or encourage me to feel a little less bitter), I’m posting some of last year’s frosty pictures.* It’s nothing amazing, I’ll assure you. This is Dallas, after all.
* I said “last year” but since it IS past December 31st, it would qualify as year-before-last. Although that’s not right, either. We had snow last year and haven’t yet edited those photos. These are from 2008?**
** Checked the data. They’re from 3 years ago almost to the date. Metadata says January 5, 2008. Oh well, they were re-mastered today! THEY’RE NEW NOW, BITCHES!
I haven’t had a chance to update at all, lately.
I recently had the opportunity to shoot at a fund raiser for My Possibilities, a local non-profit organization that helps adults with disabilities. I met some really awesome people and got TONS of photos (approx. 400+) of the event.
Editing said photos has been eating up most of my time. As well as shooting/editing/sending off photos from the City Council Meetings (more on that, later).
I promise, once I finish the remaining 101 photos, I will be posting more content, as well as updating with some of my own art. ^_^
In the meantime, I’ll leave you with a gift: pictures of my super-cute dog, Ollie!!
What lucky people, you are!
I took this shot (macro) of our peach tree. It frequently oozed a viscous fluid in the springtime. I assume this was due to the physical injuries it indured from the various insects that bore into its branches.
I named this one The Lion and the Crow. Can ya see it!?
Some more forgotten photos from the yard. It consisted of both living and dead things at any given time. Although, I never did get any pictures of the dog poop-eating turtle we found…
Annnnnd the dead things:
Another perk, our side yard:
We had 2 peach trees in our rental house’s back yard. They never bore edible fruit (due to the abundance of parasitic insects), but provided plenty of picture-worthy blooms when springtime rolled around.
These photos are from the jungle we had outside the house we had rented. I’d say with all the problems we had in that house, the jungle was the least of our concerns.
My brain is tired.
I’ll just go ahead and post some of the pictures and take a well-overdue nap. -_-
I finally had time to go through my external drive and copy over photos to re-edit in a higher resolution (i.e. bigger, clearer). That pretty much means going through and finding all the originals, resizing them, touching up (if necessary), and putting borders as close as I could to the edits I had uploaded years ago.
I’ve edited one, so far. Only 1,599 to go!
I cleverly also uploaded a second version (cropped), so instantly I have two photos instead of just one! HOW AWESOME AM I!?
**Answer: Pretty awesome.**
I decided to break up the previous post into two since there were two different parts of the event. One was the obvious, making the properties look more presentable and making minor repairs; the other was a sort of festival (complete with a jumpy house things and hot dogs!).
Behold! One of the few photos of people you will see from me:
I chuckled to myself when I saw this couple. HAD to take a picture :)
These faces are priceless!
(this is, by far, one of my favorite pictures)
Once upon an end-of-lease term, Beth had the bright idea that she would volunteer for the city she would soon be leaving.
She wished to accomplish a few goals:
- Give back to the community she was born and raised in (not court mandated, for once)
- Play with puppies EVERY DAY
- Bragging rights Personal enrichment
Well, I tried.
I did make it through 2 whole days of orientation before I just grew tired of it.
HOWEVER, during my interview to be accepted as a city volunteer, I did mention the whole “I [heart] photography” thing. So now “unpaid photographer” is my unofficial volunteer status (as I was officially and permanently released from volunteering at the animal shelter due to non compliance with their minimum hour-per-month policy).
My first job was to shoot the Love Where You Live event hosted in a neighborhood they thought could use a little cosmetic makeover.
All in all, it was a pretty cool event. I actually enjoyed walking around with a camera while other people did the back-breaking manual labor.
Is that lazy? Oh, hell yes! But I think some of the workers were hamming it up for the camera, anyway. Sittin’ there with their free water bottles waiting for the photographer to walk up.
Yeah, I know your game, college students.
In fact, I had little direction. Just show up at this time, and walk around. Not all homes were being “loved” upon, so it was my task to walk for hours until I saw a house with a little sign indicating that it was to have someone there at some point.
So that’s when I decided to just find a group of people and follow them around. They led me to the action.
Without further adieu, l’action: