After a few days away, I’m back and overflowing with gratitude.
More gratitude. Less bad attitude. Tastes delicious.
Sometimes, you just have to stop and tiptoe through the tulips.
This is part of an occasional series of posts where I share some of my favorite places in Greater Cincinnati and beyond.
In March 2013, I took a series of pictures during an early morning run along the Ohio River. Timing my run across the Clay Wade Bailey Bridge as the sun began to rise to the east was completely incidental. The scene of sunlight piercing dense fog as it rose like ghosts from the river into
A visual breakdown of the GPS running data I saved to my Garmin Connects in 2018.
This photograph has a story that begs to be told. It is part of a collection of old family photos that I inherited a few years ago. There’s nothing to indicate when or where this picture was taken. I don’t recognize the couple. They don’t appear in any of the other faded images in the
This is an exchange I had with my two-and-a-half-year-old niece during Easter dinner.
And this is how I know
It’s easy to see why the bridge is popular among amateur photogs
