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All the Fleas!

A couple months back Mom, Teresa, Logan, and I hopped into a vehicle of some kind and headed due east for famous What Cheer, Iowa and it’s even more famous flea market.

It didn’t disappoint. I think a person could spend all day there and still not see all the vendors.

Here are some pictures from that trip. You’re welcome Kio!


What Cheer, Iowa

What Cheer, Iowa

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What Cheer, Iowa

What Cheer, Iowa

What Cheer, Iowa

What Cheer, Iowa

What Cheer, Iowa

What Cheer, Iowa

What Cheer, Iowa

My favorite part of the What Cheer Flea Market is that they (seemingly) allow you to climb up onto the roof of their rickety grandstand. The roof is made out of sheet metal and their doesn’t seem to be any reinforcements as you walk across it. Hoping you don’t plummet to your death. It was awesome!

A Photo Journal – Henry Carroll – Page 9

On the last day of my vacation I took a quick sprint up to Dolliver Memorial State Park. On my way there I passed through Dayton. I stopped in Dayton to look for something to fulfill Page 9 of THE PHOTO JOURNAL PROJECT.

I found this picture just waiting to be harvested:


Photo Journal - Page 9
Page 9 – Take a beautiful photo of something ugly.

I found a lot of ugly in Dayton and I think I managed to turn some of it into beauty. Here are a few the other contenders that didn’t get printed and taped into the photo journal:


Page 9 - Rejects

Page 9 - Rejects

Page 9 - Rejects

Page 9 - Rejects

Page 9 - Rejects

Page 9 - Rejects

Page 9 - Rejects

Page 9 - Rejects

Next time we visit the THE PHOTO JOURNAL PROJECT, we will hit up Page 8.

You CAN Call it a Comeback

I can officially announce now that I have unretired from “competing” in photography contests.

For the first time in a couple years I entered photos in the Iowa State Fair Photography Salon. I will have one photo displayed at the Iowa State Fair. Don’t ask me which one, because I don’t know and I’m not even sure I remember what I entered at this point. Seems like a long time ago.

However, I was inspired by Baby Got Rack competing in the barbecue contest at the Boone County Fair, I decided to enter some photos in the Open Class at that same fair. Here is what I entered:


Boone County Fair - 2017
Ionized Gas

Boone County Fair - 2017
Peas Creek

Boone County Fair - 2017
Capra

Boone County Fair - 2017
Ledges Reflection

Boone County Fair - 2017
Cole School

Each image got a Blue Ribbon. It had been approximately 15 years since the last time I entered the Boone County Fair. Seemed like it was about time and I owe a debt of gratitude to Mike Vest for getting the pictures mounted so I had something to enter.

However, that isn’t all. Here is where it gets exciting! I’ve decided to keep all this participation momentum going and enter the Pufferbilly Days Contest for the first time in maybe at least 7 or 8 years.

I’m also going to bring back the way I used to pick my Pufferbilly Days Photo Contest Photos. That means I’m not going to pick at all. I’m going to let 6 lucky Photography 139 fans pick the images.

At some point later this week, I’m going to publish the following photo on Instagram:



Picture of the 1385 taken by my Dad

When that photo gets posted, the first 6 people that leave a comment on that photo stating that they want to be a Pufferbilly Days Photo Contest Selector, will get there wish and be just that. They will have access to about 50 images and the picture they pick, I will enter.

If I can’t find 6 people that want to be selectors, well we will fall through that bridge when we get to it.

9 Emotions Project – Logan

A couple weeks back Logan became the latest person to sit for the 9 Emotions Project:


9 Emotions Project - Logan

In case, you’ve forgot the emotions:


Joy - Logan
Joy

Sadness - Logan
Sadness

Anger - Logan
Anger

Amusement - Logan
Amusement

Fear - Logan
Fear

Jealousy - Logan
Jealousy

Surprise - Logan
Surprise

Sympathy - Logan
Sympathy

Boredom - Logan
Boredom

I still have my eye on several of you posing for this project… Andy, Scottie D., Nader, Baier, Alisa, Shawn, Russell, Alexis, Elainie, Johnathan, Brandon… the list goes on. Maybe this would be a good activity if I bring back the birthday party in 2018. Hmmmmm…

Then I Wonder How Much I Can Spend

The final NATURE stop I made was to Lake Augstin. Here are those pictures:


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LOSER - NATURE

Our run in with a snapping turtle reminds me of a story from my childhood.

One day a snapping turtle showed up in the driveway of my first boyhood home. In my mind it was tied down, but I’m not sure how you would do that. I apparently got very close to the turtle because, well turtles, despite being cowards, are awesome. This lead to a generalized freakout by my Mom.

But where did the turtle come from?

My Dad was riding home from work with a co-worker named Buzz Lee when they saw a snapping turtle crossing the road. They stopped. Picked it up and threw it in the trunk of Buzz Lee’s car. Eventually the turtle went to my Great Uncle Harold who cooked him up and we ate him for supper one night. While that turtle ended up as food, he did get his revenge. While in the trunk of Buzz’s car he at a bunch of the wiring to the car’s taillights. Everything had to be replaced.

I salute that turtle for not going down without a fight!