Worked on a few stock images of this kid again. This time with a fake cell phone. The lighting wasn’t perfect and he wasn’t very cooperative but this image is humourous. [ More photos ]

A bad rash and a few drugs make a young boy a little difficult to deal with. I’m not sure if it was the incessant itching or the effects of the drugs that increased his reluctant to pose, briefly, for a few photos in the late afternoon. Either way, he was quite ornery although the photos turned out quite nice. [ More photos ]

It was a very wet, brisk day as I did a few jobs around the house and some Web work for a client. This image is one from the commercial art work that I do. Not journalism, not editorial, just a way to return to my art roots.

A group of school kids reacts as the six-pound Civil War cannon explodes during a battle reenactment on the lawn of the Statehouse. The noise is doubly loud as it reverberates off the tall office buildings ringing the center point of downtown. If you ever have a chance to see a reenactment where you can participate with the men and women who create the illusion of the most costly war in American history, do so. [ More Photos ]

Mother and daughter display different attitudes and tolerances to a brisk wind and 50 degree temperatures before the start of a fifth-grade softball game at a church in Whitehall. Youthful metabolism certainly helps when it comes to creating a better defense against the cold than a faux-wool blanket.

A slight deviation from my normal shoots. Spent most of the day on non-photo items but wanted another image to add to the more commercial art images I’ve been displaying in galleries. The wisteria are in bloom at a nearby park.

This was called a “bobber” when I was a youth fishing with my Uncle Sim on the blue gill beds of Lake Sante Fe in central Florida. He’s the man who taught me to fish by smelling for bedding fish. I’ve not been able to make the process work near as efficiently in  Ohio lake’s muddy waters as it did in the cold spring-fed lakes that peppered the eroded dunes of a state twice covered in water. Ohio fish aren’t near as white in color or as pure in taste as those blue gills pulled from the shallow open waters of lakes named for Civil War generals, Indians and the Trail of Tears destinations of their brothers.

Spent most of the day working indirectly on photography. Take a look at Smalltown Stock to see the new site we’ve put up.

An Ohio Division of Wildlife officer connects a depth finder before offloading a research boat in Hoover Reservoir. A group of officer and researchers are studying fish habitat and habits in the man-made lake. This is from a series of images on a continuing story about the research and its effect on how th elake is maintained. [ More photos ]