Posted in the hallway outside the costume shop at the university’s studio arts building were a series of costume drawings.
We pass this bizarre sculpture all the time and it’s still hard not to notice it.
I wandered into a downtown alley because something caught my eye, and found this wall with the fire escape, its shadows, graffiti, a portrait, and light reflected from a nearby glass high-rise.
The automated announcements at this airport are delivered with a British accent.
There were some teenagers in another part of the gym locker room.
This week’s spring thaw left a little ice cave, complete with icicle stalactites, in the bottom of the pile of snow and debris.
Around the eighth inning of tonight’s dismal game, Lore asked me when last times the Red Sox won the World Series.
I had a baseball game on the television while Lore was studying.
I visited the West Branch Municipal Cemetery, where President Hoover’s parents and other relatives are buried.
My crusty retired neighbor caught me on the way home. “I assume you are not working,” he said.
My fortune cookie was empty tonight.
Maybe I’ll file this under stuff white people like but we went to see Will Shortz at the Englert Theater this evening.
Dressed-up teams of Belgians pulled wagons in a judged show at the Iowa State Fair.
Teenagers show off their sheared sheep to a State Fair judge.
This lady walked around the Cultural Center at the State Fair in a balloon dress.
We have a new blender and we use it to make smoothies.
The Iowa State Fair chose a couple of my photos for display in the photography salon.
Every year artists decorate the downtown park benches.
The blocks my wife made for a design class spill over the top of a shopping bag.
This green insect wasn’t well-camoflauged against the white picket fence.