Allison decided it was appropriate to walk through the center of the drying wetland, rather than the edge. Her untied shoes were consequently engulfed by the wetland soil, and, instead of assisting her, I took photographs. Notice the change in facial expression across time; from left to right, laughing to disgust.
Last fall, I went to the Gymnastics Allstars event held at the Quicken Arena in Cleveland. Most of the athletes that participated in the 2008 Summer Olympics performed some mediocre routines with crappy teen-rock playing in the background and strobe lights flashing. I wouldn’t recommend wasting your time or money on an event like this unless you’re a 10 year-old girl.
Anyway, the one cool part, I thought, was when a few little girls performed a floor routine. On the right, you can just make one out doing a blurry cartwheel.
Matt prepared himself a delicious second omelet during tonight’s Wednesday Night Dinner. He graciously shared this simple recipe with us:
- Heat a skillet with oil to 450 F (it’s best with extra virgin olive oil)
- Add freshly shredded colby and pepper jack cheese
- Add minced peppers and onions
- Fill a glass half full with orange juice from gigantic pot of ‘from concentrate’ OJ
- Add to skillet and boil down until the product is of the consistency of a slime mold
While camping at the Alleghany Reservoir on the border of Pennsylvania and New York, each morning was filled with fog. The fog would retreat up the hills as the sun came up and warmed the land and air. The picture on the left was taken one morning from the rocky beach by our campsite.
Later that day, Jenn, Matt and I decided to jump off a nearby cliff for nearly 3 hours. Using my height as a standard, I estimated the point on the cliff we were jumping off to be nearly 17 feet from the water’s surface. Fun stuff (both the jumping and the calculation).
Last week, Allison ran into a tree while sledding. Other patrons on the hill, after being certian she was physically okay, questioned why she didn’t just bail. Apparently, it was obvious from their perspective on the top of the hill that there was ample time to flip over, fall out, or otherwise dive away from the sled and it’s course towards a small, though very strudy, leafless maple tree. In response, Allison claims that the sled was too high to bail. I think this photograph of Jenn says differently.
Soon after making my first post, Allison committed to her own blog on sleeping, neurobiology, and miscellaneous blurbs about track. Her site’s (http://dormivigilia.wordpress.com/) about page (inappropriately named ‘Abrags‘) has a plug for this site and her book. So, I’m returning the favor and, in the mean time, posting a picture to get my carrer in high school senior photography started.