It's been awhile, so some catch-up is in order.

These happy campers were a part of some American Girl themed event at a local library. They were said to be volunteers, but the cuffs suggest otherwise.
I think this is my mantra for life sometimes.An overexposed group of whirling dervishes. If whirling dervishes were in poms.
And then a trip to the Botanical Gardens. I'm not sure why I waited so long to go here. It was a floral and fauna haven.

Mystical Sam. I love this photo because it matches Sam's personality. She reads tarot cards, had a fairy-wing themed birthday party, collects stones, and is a perpetual daydreamer. I almost feel that if you look close enough, a unicorn will be coming out of the mist for her.

Every wedding should have a dancing banana.

The calm before the storm...

I love watching people getting their groove on (especially to Barefoot Fred.) Be it the drinks that have them intoxicated, or just that good music high, everyone has their own way of moving and getting down. Shaking the arms, stretching out their hands, grinning while they tap their toes. Some recent groove-ness...

Not everyone wants to be under a big multi-colored-parachute-like tarp thing. This little guy was just not havin' it. I wondered if this would cause him problems with camping later in life. "There is no WAY I'm getting into that tent!!"

Funky lighting, dance moves and throbbing music. Must be an Orchesis dance show.

Some amusing sightings on recent wanderings.

Recently I had an assignment where a some local children built an enormous tower of legos...

And then got inside.
I can honestly say, I've never seen so many people crammed inside a lego tower...hut...thing.


At another assignment, I asked for the whereabouts of the bathroom. I was told there was one on the level I was on but the better toilet, was upstairs. Upstairs I go, and in to find....

It wasn't plugged in. This bathroom was doing double duty as a storage unit. The weird part was I felt like the TV was watching me. Very unnerving.

Wrestling match the other night. I could make up a dozen fake and funny captions, but I'll leave that to the imagination of the viewers.

Winter dances on my window, and leaves it's mark...

My Day with a Biiiiig Fishy

The other day I had an assignment that a drew in large crowd of spectators, equipped with cameras, video cameras, cell phone cameras.

It looks like I was covering a celebrity, but it wasn't even a person.














Instead, it was a 400 pound tuna.

Mitsuwa Marketplace, a huge Japanese grocery store, held a tuna carving demonstration - in which this guy, visiting from Japan, cut up the tuna in front an excited crowd.




















It was impressive, but I have to wonder about people that video these types of things. Really? Are they sitting at home a few days later, discovering nothing is on television, so they pull out the DVD they've made of a man carving a big tuna?

After the carving the tuna was cut into fillets, which went for $61 a pound. Needless to say, I couldn't afford a sample.
The head of the tuna, was auctioned off for $50.

I have no idea what you do with the head of a 400 pound tuna, but apparently a young guy in the crowd must have. (I would have loved to see that guy's wife's reaction when he got home. "You spent $50 on a WHAT?!")

Having pets, is therapeutic. They offer unconditional love, furry support, and comic relief.And recently work made it possible for me to acquire a new Mark III. What could be better but a test run on my puppies.

































and kitty.

Pulling some images from the archives, as I continue the never-ending task of getting organized.



During preseason football practice, this tree asked for it's picture to be taken.

Sometimes, the playground isn't the nicest place to be.




...and one...and two..and...




Chris Henderson. The man behind the drum.

Lake in the Hills was hit with some ridiculous storms recently. Ribfest suffered. I guess rain-soaked ribs aren't that appealing.