I haven't updated in almost half a year. Yeesh. That is terrible blogging to be sure, but I take some comfort in not actually being a blogger, but a guy who shares pictures with an often text-heavy element in the blog format. The big changes in my life are a new job and a new residence.
My work involves collecting and reporting program outcomes for a collection of after-school centers in Minneapolis and St. Paul. Basically, I help the grant writers and board members sleep well at night by assuring them (within a reasonable degree of accuracy) that at least 70% of youth who attend 70% of program sessions offered will demonstrate improved character, greater sense of civic pride, and a near-crippling desire to smile and make eye contact with strangers in their communities.
I also moved into a house in St. Paul with Sarah. Having a home has thrown open the doors to a veritable mob of joys and anxieties, some of which I will list here in no particular order: peeing in one's own backyard by the stealthy light of moon, caulking things, engaging in earnest conversations with one's co-workers about plants, spying on neighbors, beating door-to-door solicitors with lengths of rubber hose, sitting on one's porch and staring at passers-by with an inflated sense of entitlement, bitching about property taxes, having a man-cave and being within walking distance of good coffee.
In any case, I have prattled on long enough.
Lake Minnetonka: 6am
Some kid riding a carousel at Grand Old Days
Frankie Weaver, world's 382nd smallest Michael Jackson impersonator
Some diabolical figurines
Did I mention we got a dog? This is Wally
Wally is best captured as a darkish blur racing across the frame
This was prettily heavily photoshopped, which is probably apparent. I have a conflicted relationship with Photoshop, but am coming to recognize it as a sometimes necessary evil, or the occasional unqualified good. I'm not sure which this is but I still like it. The morning was heavy with fog, yet the trees were at maximum Fall, leaves dripping with color.
majestic dead white man
old church restoration off Summit Ave.
As always your snapshots of life are a joy to peruse.
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