Here are the balance of pictures from the 2018 Women’s March in Des Moines:
Lin-Manuel Miranda would be proud.
She is from South Africa
I was supposed to meet Jen up there, but she got sick. I was supposed to meet Russell up there, but he was late. I was supposed to meet Sara up there, but she was late. But no big deal, you’d be surprised how many friends you can make while wearing a Pussyhat.
I’m planning on checking out the March for Our Lives next Saturday with Suzie. I have faith that she will make it.
The picture of me dunking is not a photo trick or a lowered hoop, I’m sure.
I’m not quite sure why I took the religious photos. But I like them.
The Easter photos are interesting because this year we won’t be celebrating Easter on Easter for the first time that I can ever remember. Mom is heading to Virginia with her favorite child that weekend. I might have my own private Air Fryer Easter that day.
The pictures of Shannon are from when she started at United Way. She needed a head shot for some kind of press release or newsletter or to hang in the company bathroom. I’m not really sure. However, I am 100% sure that Shannon will continue to work at The United Way for the foreseeable future. She will probably retire from there.
Next week’s walk down memory lane will involve snow.
These pictures came from the folder called 03-09-08:
The first picture is a picture of my journal. The next picture is of me mailing my last every student loan payment. The final pictures are of Logan and I after we completed is confirmation mentoring program.
I went up to Minnesota for the Super Bowl. Well, not really for the Super Bowl, but more for the activities surrounding the Super Bowl. I can’t afford a ticket to the Super Bowl. I work at the Computer Mine, not Goldman Sachs or some other place populated by white collar criminals.
I thought I’d share a few pictures of Nora from the weekend:
She has the strange quality of getting cuter every time I see her.
I did experience a strange bit of luck on the way back from Minnesota on Monday morning. But the story starts several weeks back.
In early January I put my car in the ditch for the first time in my life. I was running late for my shift at the Computer Mine and was driving a little too fast and hit a slippery spot of road and that was all she wrote. At the time, I thought this was karma catching up to me for years of driving by cars in the ditch and pointing and laughing, but maybe that wasn’t it.
Maybe, just maybe, rather than being punished, I was being warned.
You see, ever since I put my car in the ditch, I’ve been driving slower in wintry conditions. Monday morning, I-35 was just such a set of conditions.
I left Burnsville and heading back to the Cyclone State at about 8:30 or 9 AM or so. The first hour or so out of the Twin Cities the roads weren’t bad and there wasn’t any weather to talk about. I was making good time and I figured that I’d make it back to Ames to starting swinging my pick by about 11:30 or so.
Then when I hit Iowa, the weather started to get a little sketch. The road was still in decent shape, but white out conditions would hit every few minutes. I stopped at the rest area in Dows to drain my bladder and grab a road trippers lunch. Gas station pizza.
I hit the road and the conditions got worse and worse. Due to the white out conditions I slowed way down. Soon I became the slowest car on the road.
When I hit the Story City area the roads got way worse. I was actually beginning to fantasize about not going to the mine at all. Just blowing by and going home. Calling it a day before my day even started.
Then I got to the 13th street exit in Ames. The roads got way worse. Then there was a complete white out. I slowed down to about 15 miles per hour. When I came out of the white out, I saw a scene that looked like the zombie apocalypse. There was about 20 cars in the ditches or the shoulder or facing the wrong way or clearly damaged and driving backwards on the shoulder. There was enough of an opening in the carnage that I was able to skate through and continue on to work.
Once there I saw news stories that the area I had skated through had went from 20 cars to a massive 70 car pile up.
While I was working on “Friday’s” blog post, it occurred to me that perhaps it was time to share my biggest photographic screw-up of 2017.
I have many weaknesses as a photographer. My greatest weakness is that I have a tendency to dink with camera settings. That isn’t the bad part. The bad part is that I forget to change them back to a more standard setup for whatever my next photo shoot ends up being.
Back in May, I invited former Iowa State basketball player and current Christian missionary Jake Sullivan to speak to the Youth Group. I took a few pictures of the event, but wasn’t paying attention to the fact that I had left the camera in on a “creative effect” from the last time I was dinking with the camera. This created, pretty much unusable images coming from the event.
Have a look:
But you have to own your failures and move on from them as well.