Angie and Mike's Blog

Last week Angie made some oatmeal raisin cookies for me ... my favorite! They're Harley's favorite, too.

Well, actually, everything is Harley's favorite. Except shrimp. She doesn't like shrimp.

Labels: Harley

Sunday marked the third annual Cooperstorm, a photo gathering of some former K-State photographers at Jeff Cooper's house in Salina. Instead of just having dinner and shooting the bull, as in past years, this year we shared pictures. It was too cold to hang out on the deck like we did this summer when Jeanel came home, so we sat in Coop's newly renovated living room instead.


Coop leads the discussion.


Michael Young, who no one had seen in several years, drove all the way back from Georgia State to share with us his artwork. As someone said, seeing Michael Young is like seeing Elvis.

Labels: Friends, On Location, Salina

Labels: Antonio, BBBS, Friends

Angie and I took Antonio to the corn maze today. Angie and Antonio went last year but I was unable to attend. Both said this year's maze wasn't as cool but I think we all still had a good time. Angie insisted that she make a few frames of Antonio and I on our way out. I'm glad she did!

I'll share a few more frames later in the week.

Labels: Antonio, BBBS, Friends

I finished my first week at KU today. It's going ok so far. I've got quite a mess to clean up in both the old darkroom and on the servers. I guess everyone liked the last photographer. But it's safe to say that he wasn't one to be organized. I think I've already turned some heads in the two big barrels of trash that I've thrown away. Today the big barrel included about 20 bulk rolls of film and dozens of single rolls of film.


Why did it all get thrown away? Because all of it was expired. The newest film I could find expired in 2002. The oldest, as you can see, expired more than 20 years ago when I was only nine years old. I feel like these rolls of film are like so many kids today: they all had potential but no one exposed them to all the great things in life. Might sound corny, but think of all the wonderful moments that weren't captured.

Angie and I made a deal that I'd make a Daily Dillons Run if she'd take care of some laundry I'd been working on. She folded it while I was gone but hadn't put it away yet when Harley grabbed a bone nub (one end of a raw hide bone) and stretched out on a stack of my t-shirts.

Labels: Harley

Angie and I made a quick trip to Manhattan on Sunday to meet Brian and Emily's new baby boy, who you can meet over on the Heartland blog. Along the way, I did something that I've never done before. I stopped in Lincolnville. Now, I think it's safe to say that I've driven through Lincolnville hundreds of times. First, there were the countless trips to see Aunt Bearl as a kid. Then, there were the numerous trips back and forth between school and home when I was at K-State. Needless to say, I know US 77 pretty well. Even before I learned to drive, I knew the way to Manhattan. But in all those trips, I never stopped in Lincolnville. So on Sunday we stopped and discovered that Lincolnville has a downtown! Who knew?


It also, apparently, has an Octoberfest. We missed the party by a day but the decorations were still impressive.


The streets were lined with hand-painted pumpkins.


The best part, though, was the Prairie Pots port-a-potty. It says something about the size of your town when you only need one port-a-potty to accommodate all the festival goers.


Speaking of going, I had to. So I went. Sure, a little weird to use a port-a-potty there, but when you gotta go, you gotta go. This sign put me at ease.


And now I know where you can probably get a good deal on a used sink.

Labels: On Location