Tag: ef-s 10-18mm f/4.5

Covered Bridge to Funky Dixieland : 361/365

There are magical places in my world, and Mingo Creek County Park is one such place. In fact, the park was such an integral part to my childhood…

Self-imposed Boundaries : 349/365

The world would be in shambles—shambles, I say!—without boundaries: the Mississippi River couldn’t delineate the East from the West, the 49th parallel north wouldn’t demarcate Canada from the…

Do You Remember When You Said “I Do?” : 320/365

Maintaining a house of five is a tough chore, and not one individual person does all of the work, nor should they—well, golly gee, I don’t live in…

Smells Like Teen Spirit Too : 318/365

Leaves from my neighbor’s massive oak tree have been flooding my yard since the last time I raked leaves. Some may remember the previous story, Smells Like Teen…

Anticipation of Something : 310/365

As I write this introductory paragraph, I haven’t locked down the title of today’s narrative. The reasoning is simple: like a blind man wandering in the forest, there’s…

How I Met Your Mother : 306/365

With a scheduled in-service day for the public school system, my son is spending his day with me, on my work from home day. I leave him to…

Fabled Shoes of Levitation : 305/365

My wife and I, accompanied by our two daughters, are on a mythical quest today. Our son elects to stay home at the Acropolis, deeming our quest as…

Fresh Story on a Clean Slate : 301/365

On my lunch break, I walk the acceptance letter to the HR building. Yes, the Human Resource process took three weeks to get my paperwork navigated through the…

Beauty of the Printed Word Paired with a Serving of Tomato Soup : 300/365

Young sir, please hand me that giant red pen. I magnificently cross #82 Catalog my personal book library, from my bucket list, with the enthusiasm of someone completing…

Undulation of Questionable Concrete : 296/365

Living within proximity to a major city provides opportunities for all kinds of cool activities, such as skating this concrete skatepark in South Park. If only I were…

Stranglehold of Professional Proportions : 295/365

Walking across a dormant grass field, I am out today looking for a geocache, my 536th find to be specific. From the cold ground, a weathered telephone pole…

Espresso Yo Self : 290/365

Today I am quenching a curiosity: how does one make their own latte or espresso-based beverage at home? I am embarking on yet another adventure in the hobby…

An Inaudible Egotistical Cartilaginous Apex : 288/365

Wake up campers, rise and shine, it’s Spelling Bee Day! I’ve used one of my precious vacation days so that I can attend a regional competition for my…

Golden Age of Distraction : 286/365

Abracadabra, Alla Peanut Butter Sandwiches, Alakazam, Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo, Hocus Pocus, Meeska Mooska, Presto Chango, Sim Sim Sala Bim, Shazam, Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious; I’ve got nothin’ up my sleeve; listen to my…

Smells Like Teen Spirit : 283/365

“Hello, hello, hello, how low. Hello, hello, hello.” Cold, warm, cold, cold, warm—the weather has been following a weird pattern this Fall. I’m not exactly complaining, as I…

Batman Beneath the Stars : 268/365

I’ve succumbed to the inevitable fact that I will not complete all of the items on my magical list of yearly goals, but I am still going to…

Business of Wish Fulfillment : 267/365

Lions and tigers and bears (polar bear, at least): oh, my! And with an epic drumroll solo, I cross #96 Go to Pittsburgh Zoo with my daughter from…

Exclusive Swearing Club of Sherlock Holmes : 254/365

I couldn’t have been more than seven years of age when I joined the neighborhood Swear Club—albeit first, last, and only membership in such an organization. The admittance…

Hey, Where’s the Revolution? : 253/365

I always keep my eyes open, and my camera in my backpack. You can never be sure what you’ll find during the course of your day. Exhibit one:…

Johnny, You Patriot, Kick a Hole in the Sky : 252/365

I am probably one of the nation’s biggest fans, a true patriot at heart. I dare say that I bleed red, white, and blue, but I’m unwilling to…

457 Forbes Field : 251/365

Tucked among the sycamore trees, barely out of sight, lies a free-standing wall of brick and mortar. Bold white letters of “457 FT” and “436 FT” are painted…

In Search of Chartiers Sea Monsters : 248/365

Between fuzzy scan lines on my giant-box television set, I would hypnotically watch episodes of In Search Of…. Hosted by Leonard Nimoy, the show explored mysteries of the…

Choose Your Own Adventure : 247/365

“Hey, let’s go adventuring!”, I say to my son, and he enthusiastically agrees. I have an old tunnel in mind, ripe for exploration. The abandoned portal was buried…

I Fish, Therefore I Am : 232/365

In 1637, René Descartes penned the following philosophical proposition: “I think, therefore I am”. He presented this as a rational for justifying his own self-existence, but I think…

Fate, Faith, Free Will, and Other Words that Begin with F : 231/365

Words that start with the letter ef (aka “F”) make me a bit jittery, at times. There’s the obvious entry in the Dictionary of Vulgarity, that I hear…

While Dodging Flamethrowers : 219/365

For a child raised in the comfort and security of a private education, the decision of public schooling can equate to being thrown into the lion display at…

Home is Where You Hang Your LED Chandelier : 200/365

Twenty-nine people were just decorating my deck and backyard like lawn ornaments, quite a large number of bodies for a house that rarely sees company or hosts a…

Collection of Twenty-three Tales : 193/365

Twenty-three years ago, I said I Do, and today I say I Still Do to my wife. Should I be blessed with another twenty-three years of marriage, I…

Don’t Forget to Return to Where the Wild Things Are : 192/365

That very night in Max’s room a forest grew / and grew— / and grew until his ceiling hung with vines and the walls became the world all…

Window into Yesteryear : 191/365

Our trusty steed—also known as Cali the minivan—is packed with a few duffel bags, three fishing rods and tackle, a hammock, several board games, a tent and sleeping…

In Search of Secret Passages and Waffle Fries : 190/365

As I approach the Cathedral of Learning, I am reminded—by the droves of students conducting the walking tour of campus—that it is back to school time for the…

Quixotic Quest and the Search for a Golden Snitch : 181/365

Quixotic [kwik-sot-ik], adjective 1. extravagantly chivalrous or romantic; visionary, impractical, or impracticable; 2. impulsive and often rashly unpredictable; 3. (sometimes initial capital letter) resembling or befitting Don Quixote….

At Least We Own Lemons : 173/365

Photograph production over the last few weeks has been easy, almost too easy, with breath-taking locations and experiences filling all moments from wake to slumber. I can sense…

Sledding the Sandy Juggernaut : 167/365

Great Sand Dunes National Park lives up to its nomenclature, but the humorous thing is that not many people have ever heard of the park. In the collection…

Archaeology, Anthropology, and Other Five-Dollar Words : 166b/365

A few hours ago, we experienced the Navajo culture of current indigenous people; currently, we are awaiting our tour into the ancient ruins of Cliff Palace. Once again,…

X Marks the Spot : 166a/365

There is a certain foolishness in creating a yearly bucket list around experiences that you anticipate accomplishing. I admit that and own that fact, but not once do…

Insignificance of Monumental Proportions : 165b/365

Storms follow us from the Grand Canyon as we drive across Arizona. The decision has already been made to scrap a visit to the Four Corners Monument; we…

Call of the Grand Canyon : 165a/365

Morning: I rub the crusty sleep from the corner of my eyes; the time on my phone displays 4:48am. Birds singing in the trees, pre-dawn creeps from behind…

Look at the Size of that DAM! : 164b/365

Feel free to get it all out of your system now. Go ahead, I’ll wait: look at that dam!, where’s the dam gift shop?, I’m walking on the…

Ensnaring Tendrils of Vegas : 164a/365

Author’s note: as promised, the next three days will offer two stories each (part A and B) of our adventures out West. With so many experiences to share…

P.S. Yosemite, I Loathe You. : 157/365

In all fairness, it is not Yosemite that I hate. It is a conglomeration of several ingredients: lack of adequate visitation time, poor traffic flow, and moronic herds…

Welcome to Dreamland, Earthlings : 156/365

The alarm on my phone buzzes away at six-something-in-the-morning. I hope to carve a little writing time out of this early morning, as I have attempted for the…

So, Do You Hoodoo? : 155/365

The West is big, huge, enormous and every other synonym that you can think of that describes sheer vastness. Traveling across such space exercises your patience and fortitude….

Delicate Beauty of Moab : 154/365

I have my alarm clock set for 6:00am. My goal is to witness a sunrise over the desert with my own two eyeballs, oh, and my daughter’s eyeballs…

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…

Gratitude within Grace : 143/365

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

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,…

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…

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…

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…

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,…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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,…

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…

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…

Killing the Kraken : 48/365

Captains Log 638492-19 — It is the nature of this creature to swallow ships, hopes, and dreams while instilling fear in the hearts of men. Staying submerged for…

From Where I Stand : 41/365

From where I stand, the students walk between buildings. With books in hand and backpacks in tow, they shuffle around campus. Today it is raining and they are…

Tree of a Thousand Climbs : 32/365

On the edge of their world there is a tree that they like to climb. The spaced branches challenge the patience of the Older Ones. Traversing well-worn secret…

Freezer Frame : 29/365

Tonight’s grocery store shopping list: sour gummy worms for my daughter (she gets her braces on tomorrow morning), a gallon of milk for breakfast, a delicious ice cream…

Moment of What Once Was : 24/365

Was this a home or farm, resounding with someone’s hopes and dreams? I do not know. Several years ago, I stumbled upon these ruins while walking through a…

Locks of Love : 20/365

February 14th: today’s lunch break objective was code-named Operation Locks of Love. The sticky note on my desk had five important tasks jotted upon it, to ensure a…

He Dreams in Parkour : 18/365

While safely tucked between flannel sheets and memories of marsh-mellowed hot chocolate stuck to his teeth, he dreams in parkour. Through the city streets he wildly runs, vaulting…

(un)Common Room : 08/365

The Commons Room, located in the heart of Pittsburgh’s Cathedral of Learning, is anything but common. It is an architectural fantasy land of wrought iron, vaults, limestone, and…

Seven Seconds of Seduction : 07/365

She is there, always there at the corner of Forbes and Oakland, seemingly inappropriately dressed for the weather. Towering fifteen feet above me, she stares down at me—it’s…

On a Dark Desert Highway-ish: 06/365

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair / Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air / Up ahead in the distance, I saw…