This is what a poopy summer run in Cincinnati, Ohio looks like.
“Rocks in my path? I keep them all. With them I shall build my castle.” ― Nemo Nox
Finding my flow
While his race-day goal may not have been unique, David Barber’s reason for running and his journey to the Flying Pig’s “Starting Swine” certainly was.
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
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