Superstars, Swimming Pools, and Shadows of Semis : 150/365

Today was competition day for my daughters in Indianapolis, IN, and the primary impetus for this road trip out West. Dedicated readers (both of you) may recall story…






The Mexican Outlaws of Rain : 149/365

If today was the worst of our rain on this road trip, I’d be fine with it. Conversely, if the wild torrent, that we drove through to get…






Travels with Cali : 148/365

Today’s workday is a mere formality. Sure, I will be doing the work that’s assigned to me, but in my mind I’m already going to California. The dwindling…






Recipe of Summer Solstice : 147/365

Stilted shadows walk the Earth on the longest day of the year. Here, there, this, and that—tonight featured a full roster of last-minute tasks that required attention. Clean…






All-American Hat : 146/365

The baseball hat is as American as apple pie. I have opted for this particular fashion accessory, for as long as I can remember. From a practical standpoint,…






Refrigerator Poetry : 145/365

girl a top an over head white light, but she did say & play about. some say what may behind mad lust like a knife. forest less milk…






Fatherhood is Like a Roller Coaster : 144/365

As I wait in line for the roller coaster, celebrating Fathers Day with my children, I reflect on what it means to be a dad. With temperatures rising…






Gratitude within Grace : 143/365

The time is 6:11am and today is Fathers Day. Sunlight bathes my side of the bed, waking me much too early, but I don’t mind at all. All…






Chasing the Ghost Train : 142/365

Blocked by a chain-linked fence and numerous warning signs, I stood on this same spot five years ago—the precipice of a fragile, wooden trestle that spanned a road,…






Mister Dee and Me : 141/365

I’ll stop you right there, yes I know that it is improper grammar. It should be mister dee and I, but that doesn’t have the same cool alliteration…






That’s Just What Clouds Do : 140/365

Today was the last day of my son’s high school, at least for his Freshman year. I can’t believe we survived! After picking him up from a birthday…






Silent Lucidity : 139/365

Beetles and moths silently swarm halogen islands. I blindly swat in the night. There is a distinct lack of recognizable sound in the summer night air. An outbound…






The Tele-man : 138/365

I have been playing the air guitar since Quiet Riot’s Conditional Critical in 1984. Like many of my peers, early sonic influences were Quiet Riot, Van Halen, Ratt,…






A is for Achievement : 137/365

Last night concluded the NHL hockey season as my hometown team, Pittsburgh Penguins, defeated the Nashville Predators in Game 6 of the Stanley Cup finals. It was a…






Taming the Spoon : 136/365

This scene is set in a distant suburb, summer night warm and clear, the neighborhood is alive with graduation parties and pool splashing and the ruckus of youth,…






Gaining New Perspective : 135/365

I have been wearing glasses since I was ten years old—possibly younger, I really don’t remember—so I’m pretty experienced in getting my eyes checked. Read letters from the…






When We Left Earth : 134/365

From behind thick, charcoal clouds a dancing strawberry moon foxtrots through June’s night sky. Ribbons of illumination attempt to escape, but are unsuccessful. I sit on my deck,…






Language of Joshua Tree : 133/365

With a thirty minute train ride under my belt, and a full belly of Mexican food (mmm, guacamole), my wife and I have arrived at Heinz Field to…






When We Were Young : 131.75/365

You look like a movie / You sound like a song / My God, this reminds me / Of when we were young / Let me photograph you…






Blanket Fort Doldrums : 130/365

“People are the worst!”; a favorite catch-phrase from a friend. Most days I disagree with his pessimistic slant on society, but yesterday I couldn’t agree more. I had…






Double Ones : 129/365

From where I stand, I see an amazing girl who is celebrating her Double Ones birthday today: garage sales galore, fishing at the lake, pizza and salad bar,…






The Whole of It : 128/365

Before you tell me it’s doughnut h-o-l-e and not w-h-o-l-e (yes, I know) today’s narrative is sprinkled with multi-meanings—sorry, couldn’t help with the baking pun. So, on the…






Attraction of Abstraction : 127/365

After 127 days of this continuous project, I’m looking for new ways of seeing. There’s nothing wrong with my seeing abilities, although I have noticed how easy it…






Bookmarks of a Wandering, Wondering Mind : 126/365

Welcome to my brain-o-sphere where the concept of boredom rarely registers as a legitimate vocabulary word. Some people that I know do not have any distinct interests, beside…






Hall of the Mountain King : 125/365

I am standing in a long, descending corridor of Loyalhanna Limestone that continues to reach downward into the depths of the earth. Rusty and dusty antique candelabra radiate…






Daring to Die and Other Philosophies of Death over Hot Dogs : 124/365

Today is Memorial Day—a holiday dedicated to remembering those who died in armed service to our country—and my greatest concern resides in not burning the grilled hot dogs…






Silver Crescent Slice : 123/365

Against a plum-lit sky, the silhouetted songbird sings an enchanting melody, beckoning the sleeping moon from its slumber beneath the horizon. Rise, rise moon, rise—in a repetitive call…






Death Before Decaf : 122/365

I blame it on the redhead—I never loved coffee before working at Wendy’s. Seems like an odd statement, but I guess we all have a crossroad in life…






I Walk Alone : 121/365

As long as I can remember, I have enjoyed walking in the woods alone. Difficult for some socially dependent people to understand, it’s not a question of overflowing…






No Auto-everything-option : 120/365

Push a button and you are instantly a photographer, right? Well, unfortunately, there is a large population of people who think that is true. I hold a different…






Never Have Too Many Pleases : 119/365

“I’m going for a walk to get some iced coffee,” said I. “Will you get me one?” said my boss. He appended the question as he handed me…






room 237 : 118/365

I am going out on a limb here, but I think The Shining is the scariest film ever created. You’ve got great ingredients for horror: Jack Nicholson, those…






Lassoing Light : 117/365

Thinking of daily stories is a timely and mentally exhaustive process—sometimes I just need a break from the narrative. Most great stories (when inspiration does strike) just seem…






Not Enough Time (For You) : 116/365

Time is a touchy topic for most people. We either have too much or not enough of it, at least that’s our perception. Perhaps we don’t know what…






Where the Wild Things Are : 115/365

Today we ventured to where the wild things are: that is, the Washington Wild Things. The full-sun day proved to be a delightful backdrop for the planned activities…






Until They Tag Your Toe : 113.5/365

This post belongs to yesterday in a roundabout kind of way, but presented today. Although, it really can’t be backdated (Day 113) or postmarked today (Day 114) or…






Life is Like an Escalator : 112/365

It’s 5:29am: the slate sky is punctuated with half a moon, ribbons of magenta and tangerine creep from the horizon, birds are singing, and I’m standing on the…






Contentment and the Pursuance Thereof : 111/365

Gather around me, in the park by the fountain, while I climb to the top of my lunchtime soapbox. Today, on the first anniversary of full-time employment, I…






Science of Joy : 110/365

Whatever happened to our unbridled joy, experienced in years of youth? If only I could bottle and sell the abundant joy collected from a bunch of kids, I…






Love You Because : 109/365

Sometimes it’s difficult to say I love you, sometimes it’s near impossible. You cannot fool the heart with such words, because they must be heartfelt, to be felt…






Yards of Work : 108/365

Lately I’ve been feeling the pinch of too much everything. I have Major Too Much Issues, as in too much stuff in my house. I cannot even list…






Big Significant Things : 107/365

Today’s story is an intentional self-contradiction from the previous installation. While I am a firm believer that mundane matters most, I cannot discount the importance of making big…






Little Significant Things: 106/365

While I have adopted this philosophy of making everyday matter, leading a purposeful driven life, I have never defined that as abandoning reality and setting off on a…






Sunbather : 105/365

With temperatures in the mid-seventies, today was a terrific day for sunbathing among the flowerbed. A soft gentle breeze seemed to keep the bees away, so I really…






Quintessence of Life : 104/365

I have a good friend who likes to have philosophical discussions, on numerous and frequent occasions. While I enjoy what-if scenarios and the such, I wouldn’t classify myself…






Where Things Used to Be : 103/365

It’s 10:14pm: the kids are tucked in bed, the Pens were just decimated on home ice with a 5-2 loss against the Capitals, I’ve driven one mile down…






Hunting for Honey Holes : 102/365

I have been systematically exploring the adjoining waterways of Piney Fork Creek and Peters Creek, hunting for honey holes. What do you mean “what’s a honey hole?” Well,…






Brunch with Bubbies : 101/365

What’s a Bubbies? Glad you asked. Bubbies is a derivative, in plural form, of the word buddies. Buddies, in this context is used as a term of endearment…






Master of Suspense : 100/365

I cannot pinpoint the exact year that I discovered Alfred Hitchcock’s films, but I have appreciated his work for the better part of two decades now. When you…






Tinfoil Hat : 99/365

May 4th is a weird day and, as everyone already knows, the time when you are most vulnerable to alien beings reading your mind. Please be careful today…






Genuine Religion : 98/365






Finding Mister Atwood : 97/365

By 11:15am, the hunger had set in. You see, and I say this with a healthy dose of sarcasm, I haven’t had anything to eat since 8:30am. My…






F is for Floyd (of the Pink Variety) : 96/365

Bucket list item #86—Listen to Every Major Pink Floyd Release— has been completed. I must say that this challenge wasn’t all that difficult. I own a great deal…






Snapshots in a Family Album : 95/365

My alarm screeches, it’s 5:30am, my arm involuntary responds with a wide arc and slamming motion. It’s instantly silenced. Less than a minute later, my wife’s alarm announces,…






Shoot ’em If You’ve Got ’em : 94/365

What’s the best camera, lens, software (used to be film)? The pretentious question has been asked by every single photographer since the first photographic image created by Joseph…






15 Minutes of Fame : 93/365

Who is your favorite Famous & Dead person from the neighborhood? Mine is Andy Warhol. With an extensive background in 1950s advertisement illustration, Andy will forever change the…






Working for the Man : 92/365

I don’t usually take my children to work with me, but when I do it’s on Take Our Daughters and Sons to Work Day. Coming from a sixteen…






Three and a Half Minute Retrospective : 91/365

One fourth of my photo project will be completed, after today’s post, and I thought that a retrospective was in order. So—if you would be so kind—please step…






Confessions of a Solo Traveler : 90/365

I have been a National Mall tourist on numerous occasions, but I have never visited the monuments after dark. Likewise, I had never visited all of the main…






Memoirs from 30,000 Feet (and a Retro Diner) : 89/365

Today, I am in route—via the marvel of modern flight—to the outskirts of Washington, DC. Turbulence bounces our plane along the horizon; a curtain of thick, opaque clouds…






Contemplating Shadows : 88/365

It’s 6:59am and the snooze has been snoozed. I squint and study the ceiling. In the seventeen years of ownership, I have never given much thought to the…






Record Store Day : 87/365

Record Store Day (abbreviated as RSD) is a spot on the sonic calendar to celebrate all things vinyl, musical, and wonderful. Independent shops offer exclusive vinyl pressings for…






Chubby Piney Fork : 86/365

Captain’s log, Stardate 042117: my destination is Piney Fork Creek, in search of oncorhynchus mykiss and salmo trutta. I will be the first to admit that trout are…






D is for Dinosauria : 85/365

Dee is for dinosauria on a delightful day—despite the unexpected Dibble Dibble Dop drops of rain—to dine outside, daydream, and sit on a park bench with my slightly…






Magical, Mythical Maze : 84/365

I am ten or twelve or fourteen, but my age doesn’t matter. My mother has driven us to this magical place, this mythical place. It is a maze…






House of Cards : 83/365

How to build a house of cards in seven easy steps (or a future note to my adult children): Every house of cards requires a level and stable…






From a Land Called Zim : 82/365

Camera is on the car seat, covered with a few pieces of paper as a decoy. I walk into the library to return two movies, and exit with…






Secret Identity : 81/365

When I was a kid, I remember making homemade super hero costumes with my brothers. They were as elaborate as kids can construct—empty Pepsi bottles and gallon milk…






Collecting Snap, Crackle, and Pop : 79/365

My wife hates the way the album spines face outward on the shelf. She calls it clutter; I call it culture. Plus, it’s much easier to read and…






Take Me Fishing : 80/365

Today is the first day of trout season. All stocked local waterways will be packed with eager fishermen, entangled with crisscrossed lines, and polluted with trash—unless you decide…






Wanderlust : 78/365

It’s 7:30am and I’m sitting on faux animal fur in my favorite independent coffee shop for my once-a-week infusion. Wooden planked table stretches before me, foamy chai latte…






Sleep Now in the Fire : 77/365

Silent, peaceful suburb. Cool, calm evening. Zero qualms, conflict. Free from worry. Permission to wonder. Freedom to explore. Flames delicately dance. Across the globe. Missiles destroy machines. Principle…






April Showers : 76/365

I can faintly remember complaining about the cold weather a few weeks ago. Didn’t it just snow within the last week or ten days? It rained for most…






Seeing Beyond : 75/365

Forget what you think that you know about an iris. Forget the fact that irises are purple, yellow, and white. Eliminate that color palette from your mind, because…






Nine Dreams : 74/365

I once knew a person with nine dreams, like planets purely wished into existence: 9) make the cheer leading squad, 8) become a professional ice skater, 7) be…






Three Minutes : 73/365

Awake, but eyes remain shut. Morning slivers creep from behind the curtain. If I lie very still, not a shift to the right or left, a flood of…






(anti)Funny Pages : 72/365

I do not think Punxsutawney Phil is funny, not in the least bit. On February 2nd, 2017, the manipulative marmot predicted six more weeks of winter. Fine, I…






My Adidas Epiphany : 71/365

Footwear, that’s the topic for today. Man, how I love the daily Instagram themes. I’m off to find a location to photograph the brand new Adidas—black with white…






Anonymity : 70/365

You want to know what bothers me the most? Kids who forget they’re kids; parents who forget their kids are kids. Parents, do yourself a favor and keep…






A (Sort of) Bucket List : 69/365

There was a book from my childhood that fascinated me, but I couldn’t remember what it was called. Moreover, I didn’t recall enough details that would allow me…






Better Half : 68/365

A photographer should always be looking for inspiration, even if you find yourself at Olive Garden enjoying unlimited soup, salad, and bread sticks at 7:00pm on a Monday…






j : 67/365

My brother-in-law’s typewriter is parked at my mother-in-law’s house, for some unknown reason. That’s fine by me considering that I have a few ideas for photographs that are…






King of Cones : 66/365

It has been nearly ten years since I first witnessed someone lick a cow—the concrete cow, to be specific. King Cones Castle is located on Rt. 68 and…






Pinewood Princesses : 65/365

Our church hosts Caravan which is a Christian-based scouting program for boys and girls of all ages. When I saw a leadership role that needed to be filled…






Weston’s Wherewithal : 64/365

I’ve got to be honest with you: up until 17 minutes ago I had no specific idea of what today’s story would look like. Sure, I’ve got oodles…






Trinkets, Tchotchkes, and Tokens of Time : 63/365

I’ve always been a collector of sorts. Call me nostalgic or sentimental, both are true. When I was a kid, I had a metal container—a tin box of…






Big Top Drizzle : 62/365

The rain did not cooperate today, the fast moving clouds were full of smudged charcoal, and—as a result—my photographs of the dinosaur statue were less than satisfactory. Luckily,…






Massive Meaty Meteor : 61/365

Massive Meaty Meteor Blasts through Suburb Causing Widespread Neighborhood Panic Brian J. Krummel, Staff Reporter/Photographer Monday, March 27, 2017 BETHEL PARK – Residents of a quiet Pittsburgh, PA,…






Reflecting God : 60/365

With today’s theme of mirror, I started to think about the many applicable metaphors. I caught a reflection of myself getting ready for church this morning and I…






Giving 468 Grams : 59/365

As my blood donation finished, I heard the counterweight of the scale swing into place. I asked what that was all about. Interesting factoid of the day: blood…






Lakeside Loop : 58/365

Live life, logging leisurely lakeside loops—ok, maybe that’s too much alliteration. Today was gorgeous with temperatures in the high sixties, a gentle breeze in the air, and puffy…






Beautifully Flawed : 57/365

I am the sum of all my fears, failures, and faults; however, I am a work in progress and beautifully flawed. “I’ve got a serious question for you”,…






Window into Another World : 56/365

Transport yourself to another time, another land by visiting the Nationality Rooms at the Cathedral of Learning in Oakland. Thirty classrooms, sprawling across two floors, ring the large…






Learning to Fly : 55/365

Once upon a time, I wrote a book titled The Pinhole Camera: A Practical How-To Book for Making Pinhole Cameras and Images. One of my favorite photographs in…






Memento Mori : 54/365

Welcome to the first day of Spring: doves perch upon power lines, flowering trees contemplate blossom, and warm air fluxes with equal parts cold. With this dreary Winter,…






Cubed Chandelier : 53/365

Cats, chocolate, cheese, coffee, camera—all words that begin with the letter cee. I am really enjoying this daily photo challenge and I’ll tell you why. Given the weekly…






Memory Mall : 52/365

Imagine a mall that is bustling with people and excitement, an indoor shopping mall that boasts three floors of space (1,290,000 square feet) and over 200 retailers. Located…






Battle of Parsley Ridge : 51/365

As the not-so-silent critic of my project, my wife told me that I should rename it from Project 365 to Photos of Brian’s Toys. She is indeed equal…






Art of Aspiration : 50/365

“You can be anything you want to be”, my mother always said. As I raise my own children, I have discovered that she was half right and half…






Sea of Stairs, Spicy Snapper Sushi : 49/365

The wind is slapping my face, sapping my warmth and sanity, while cold temperatures quickly become the bane of my existence. I’m SO over this winter, it just…