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.
A Saint Louis landfill— merely one pile of refuse from one middling city in a vastly more advanced civilization— dwarfs Monk’s Mound at nearby Cahokia.
This week’s spring thaw left a little ice cave, complete with icicle stalactites, in the bottom of the pile of snow and debris.
Photos I took of Cahokia Mounds and Gateway Arch using Instagram.
During our visit to Argentina this winter I took some photos in my in-laws’ home.
I wonder how Pablo Neruda would have felt having an elite service for wealthy travelers named for him.
Here are a couple of ice photos I took at work this winter.
I was too slow with the camera to catch this aquarium-bound diamondback terrapin with its head up.
The photograph I most regret not taking
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.
I found an exceptionally colorful patch of flowers on the prairie this week. The red flower, royal catchfly, is exciting because we don’t see it every year. The other flowers are yellow coneflowers, wild quinine (white), and wild bergamot (purple).
This has been a pretty good summer for prairie flowers, as these yellow cone flowers and bee balm show.
This is what you can see from President Hoover’s gravesite.
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.