The grand majority of the pictures in the folders 2011-06-13, 2011-06-14, and 2011-06-17 are from a trip to Kalona to eat an authentic Amish meal with Funk, Sara, and Cousin Amy. This was before Funk became a total badass and started spending her free time climbing mountains in Peru. There are also a couple pictures here from a camping trip to Ledges and a pictures I took and poorly photoshopped for the United Way of Story County.
I miss Kalona. I will need to go there at some point this year, and not just for THE TOWN SIGN PROJECT.
By adding these pictures to the Photography 139 Gallery, I was able to restore the following historic “An Artist’s Notebook” entries to their original glory:
KALONA ROAD TRIP
Next Saturday’s walk down memory lane will involve a trip to a baseball game.
Rather than naming the folders that include images from the Backbone State Park Road Trip I took with Jay, Derrick, Jen, Sara, and Shannon, I’m just going to call this post Backbone Road Trip.
Here are a look at a few of my favorite images from the road trip:
It truly was a great trip and one of my favorite road trips of all time. We did have to pack up and leave Backbone State Park really early on Sunday morning to beat a storm, but it was still a weekend filled with treasured memories.
By adding these images to the Photography 139 Gallery, I was able to restore the following historic “An Artist’s Notebook” entry to its original glory:
Next Saturday’s walk down memory lane will involve potatoes, probably a whole bunch more, but definitely potatoes.
The images below came from the following folder:
Next week’s folder will be:
Not really sure why I entitled this journal entry Guy’s Night because it isn’t as if this group of friends has a shortage of Guys’ Nights. However, it has been awhile since Jesse, Willy, Jay (unpictured party pooper), and I have spent a night in the woods communing with nature, fire, and the dirty raccoons that try to sneak up on us and steal from our picnic baskets.
I didn’t take many pictures of what was an epic night. We got to listen to the antics of the date rapists (frat guys, so I just assume) one campsite to the south of us and the hippie flower children beating on their drums one campsite to our north. However, despite the fact that we are rapidly becoming old men, our 3 man party (the best type of party, right?) lasted at least a good hour or two longer than their weak sauce parties.
Here are a few pictures from Guys’ Night Campathon 2011:
The last 2 pictures are of a hot dog that Jesse claimed had “mystic” powers.
Next week’s Wednesday random collection is of some work I did for the United Way.