Parades are kind of a funny thing. People walk or drive by, and you look at them. There’s lots of noise and lots of things that you look at and think “this parade would have been the same or better had I not just saw this.” However, marching bands are not one of those elements and that’s the reason I went to this. My sister’s band was marching in it, and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see that. The rest of the parade was kind of ridiculous. There was tons of Italian pride, both good and bad, and plenty of people representing what could only be described as “The Old Country.” There was also an unpredictable amount of old men going in circles.
The absurdity of the Christopher Colombus story only grows stronger year by year, and more and more people are realizing he’s not quite worthy of much, let alone a holiday. However, this day is thankfully transforming into a day to realize this and talk about the injustice done to the Native Americans. Hopefully one day the holiday will be completely turned over to a day of awareness. That’s a parade I’d be glad to attend.
This weekend I got to spend some much needed time with some of my favorite people in the world, including my new favorite family, The Louxs. Jesse is a friend of mine from many many years ago, and now he and his girlfriend have a son. Pretty amazing.
They live in Pennsylvania, but one of the parts where you can go twenty minutes in one direction and you’re in what feels like West Virginia. Quite a different world. Anyway, these are just a few shots from the weekend, but Ian wound up taking a ton and sticking them on his facebook, so if you want to check those out…. here’s the link to do so.
This weekend I found myself back in Beachwood. The caterpillars were plentiful and preparing to make their cocoons in the parsley, and as you can see, they’re quite remarkable looking little guys.
My Dad and I went fishing on Saturday, and while the actual fishing stunk, it was good to be outside in the nice weather. I’m starting to feel convinced that Winding River Park only has one very large fish in it who could care less about eating anything. Nonetheless, I still love being in that park. Another great weekend.
This past weekend I went to my parents house to grab a few things I needed to bring to the new apartment, most importantly: another set of bookshelves. Anyway, I wanted to take a few shots of the cats, the house, the backyard, my trip there and back, just basically anything that made up the little trip. Hope this serves as a peek into what I was up to and gives you a little representation of what it’s like there.
I took the first photo on my way home from work on monday because I noticed those huge mounds of dirt for the first time. It’s weird how you pass something everyday and sometimes just never realize it’s there. I also just found a house with a mote in front of it. I need to get a photo of it. But anyway, after adjusting it on the computer, it made me want to take photos of other roads I travel on a daily basis in hopes to see them differently as well.
The next photo is again messing with panoramic shots which I’ve been into lately.
And lastly is another picture from when the power went out at Star. This was on my out, and I just loved the way the structures were making silhouettes.