Mural by Preston Jackson at the corner of Sheridan and Main
Things are getting done. Whether it’s the mural near my house or long-term photo projects at work, I’m pressing forward and making things work. I’ve also moved… and you’ll get a hefty dose of photos and words soon, I promise.
I went bowling for the first time in years. Several of us in the photo department went after work; we did well (100′s!). Except for the intern, John… by the end of the evening, he was shoveling the ball between his legs and hoping for the best. A 37 doesn’t cut it, buddy.
Katie doesn’t actually hate me this much. Really.
It’s only fitting that I meet a new person through work… Gül (pronounced g-ewl, as she wrote out for me) is an intern at WCBU, the local NPR station here in Peoria. I’d seen her before, toting a large recorder in a satchel and big headphones on her head. It was refreshing, meeting someone other than another print or television photographer… and it lead to friendship. She’s the coolest Turk that I know, hands down. Dates happen as often as me lifting weights.
Martini time with Gül
The Illinois River has heavy commercial traffic, which can cause some interesting situations where drunken boat gets a blast of horn from a 1,000 foot barge.
We watched “The Zipper” for a while, a ride where people are caged into a steel box and spun around until they vomit. Carnivals are great.