A collection of Black & White Cityscapes and Skyline Photos by Photographer Jason Wilson.

I know, I know, its only 11/14, but this was the only weekend I had coming up where I felt like I had the kind of time that I needed to get this thing set up. At least I’m not like Saks Fifth Avenue, who had their Christmas floor set going up at the end of September.

Anyway, here are the pics of the tree.  And your humble photog futzing with the tree. (And a special cameo appearance by a recently created classic Christmas character).

A photo is worth a thousand words, eh? Well all of my 1,000 words right now start with F, are a total of 4 letters and end with a very hard consonant sound after the short vowel following the F. Some of them include the suffix “-ing”. Some of them are a compound word, with either the aforementioned four letter word followed (or preceded) by other random nouns.

And, how the CONTENTS of the aforementioned package marked FRAGILE are delivered from UPS.

[Pinnacle Golf Club: Number 15 from the elevated ladies tees]

So I think the first time I had heard of Pinnacle Golf Club in Grove City was sometime back in 2007.  I had only heard about it, and that its location was somewhere behind the Wal-Mart on Stringtown Rd.  So, just to clarify my first two sentences: Golf Course, Grove City, Wal-Mart.  I thought (at the time) I had heard all I needed to hear.  I think also I had heard something about a new housing development, bla bla bla. Whatever.  It didn’t matter.  Wal-Mart, Grove City, Golf Course.

Holy Sh!t was I F***ing Wrong!

Back in April of this year (2009) I had a little bit of time in the morning after an early meeting in Grove City, so I decided to drive around until I found that golf course in Grove City behind the Wal-mart.  So I headed down Buckeye Parkway and caught my first glimpse (continue reading…)

So I may have sent a profanity laced text message to my sister after I dropped a foul ball at last night’s Columbus Clippers game against the Louisville Bats.

(just as an aside to this little story, yeah, I can and do take color photos on occasion)

I actually scored a pretty good ticket from one of the ticket pimps outside of Huntington Park, section 15, row 10, seat 9 thank you very much.  But I was not in a prime spot for a foul ball, it woulda had to be a left handed batter swinging late on and inside fastball for me to even have a chance from where I was sitting.  But honestly, I wasn’t at the game for the game itself. I was there to grab some black and white photos from inside Huntington Park, so I brought my camera with me.  I figured around 8:15 I’d leave my seat and walk all around the park and grab some photos.

First though, before I could start shooting, I was going to need some funnel cake fries and a Miller Lite.  I have pictures of the beer and funnel cake fries, but I don’t have a photo of how I was wearing my camera.  I had is slung over my left shoulder across my torso and under my right arm, beer in left hand, cup of funnel cake fries in right hand, and right forearm resting on the camera’s lens. I had finished drinking my funnel cake fries, yes drinking. So I walked away to throw away the cup formerly full of fries (standing behind section 17 now) and wanted to see the next at bat as I finished my beer before I started shooting.

As I approached the spot where I was going to stand I noticed the next batter was a lefty.  And the thought crossed my mind that “Hey, he could foul one off this way.”  Yeah right, its been about 18 years since a foul ball’s been hit my direction.  The very next pitch, CRACK, late swing underneath a high inside fastball. “Shit, that’s coming right at me, ha ha,” — I don’t think I said that out loud.  Anyway, as I’m tracking it, I didn’t even have to move my feet, and I’m thinking, “just don’t drop it, asshole.” — Well, the ball landed directly into my right hand, I went with the bare-handed egg catch, you know, try to match the relative speed of the ball by dropping the hand quickly as the ball is within feet of the bare hand.  And as I’m ready to clench my fist tight around the baseball, “SMACK!” My forearm whacked the lens of my camera and the ball bounced off my hand and under the wheelchair in front of me.

Stupid camera, who brings a camera to a baseball game anyway?