Day Fifteen. The Tree Pass.

Today has been a long, rainy, foggy, and, lastly, dreary day. I have felt every bit of it too. It's been one of those days were you just wish there was an exit. I was driving to clear my head and came across this fog ridden tree line. In the most random moment there was an opening and I couldn't help but wonder what sort of far-away place that it could lead to. Just beyond the fog, just past the tree pass.

Day Fourteen. How to Save a Life.

Donating blood is a sure way to save a life. One hour of my life is by far worth the life it will give someone else. It's not that scary. No one is really afraid of needles. The worst that is going to come out of this for me is a bruise. Plus I got a nice meal. Those ladies make the best ham salad. Back in two months.

Day Thirteen. Nine Tribes Building.

The nine tribes building is an apartment complex in my town. It represents the 9 tribes of the area: Eastern Shawnee, Miami, Modoc, Ottawa, Peoria, Quapaw, Seneca-Cayuga [Holla! :)], Shawnee, and Wyandotte. When I was very young my Great Aunt Joyce lived in this building. I remember going to see her often and as a kid I remember thinking how big the building. Now the building doesn't seem as tall, but it still holds good memories of my visits to Aunt Joyce. Miss you Aunt Joyce!

Day Twelve. Circuit Boards.

I have been waiting days for this. Well, this is the old one. But I have been waiting for long enough to get the new circuit board for my treadmill. It's funny how just one thing can go wrong and nothing will work.

Day Eleven. The Coleman Sunset.

The Coleman is one of the town's few aged buildings that will be around for much longer. The theatre is so detailed and it holds many stories to all that have passed it. And as I was driving home today the sun just caught the building perfectly.

Day Ten. What Boredom Leads To.

Today, boredom comes from me waiting as my pipes unfreeze in my home.
I can not wait until the weather warms up a little. Just enough where it's not frigid and dangerous. But not enough to melt all the snow. As for now, I'm stuck at the house and well...you know the rest.

Day Nine. Cat's Eye View.

I often wonder how the world would look if I were a cat. Always gazing and analyzing, I bet they see something bigger.

Day Eight. Tar Creek.

Superfund site or not, Tar Creek is really peaceful and has a life of it's own. The creek has the most soothing water sound of any flowing water around. It ripples and laps on the smoothed rocks in such a way that it almost speaks to you. Even today as most of it was frozen over there was still the quiet movement begging to be heard.

Day Seven. Weim Catching.

To catch a Weimaraner on film is a very tricky and time comsuming ordeal. Luckily I had one handy and the willingness to wait quietly outside in sub-zero windchills to capture said weim.

Day Six. The Frog.

God bless him, but I just love this little guy. I bet he has seen a lot in his years. Ribbet, ribbet.