The kids like to spend occasional summer evenings at Children’s Prairie Farm, a sort of petting zoo operated by the Champaign Park District with help from local farmers who loan their animals for the purpose. Most of the time I fail at getting the picture I want when I go there, which is all worth it for the one time I get a moment like this: a clear shot of an animal with a quirky or humorous expression or action for good measure.
The owners of Jarling’s Custard Cup are looking to retire after more than 35 years of making yummy treats. They want the business to continue and are actively seeking a successor, which I fervently hope they find. Just in case, we’ve been sure to take the kids over when we can this year, and I got this image of the building while doing so earlier this summer.
We went to Peoria to meet a friend at the Peoria Zoo, finishing our day with dinner at Steak ‘n Shake across the river in East Peoria. The restaurant property goes right up to the river on one side, and I grabbed this shot of the city before going home. Not my best work, unfortunately, but it shows you the place.
We interrupt your regularly-scheduled blog with this announcement: your host has a new baby girl, born Monday evening. Her name is Rita.
She’s coming home today, and her older brothers are quite excited, if a bit nervous. I have great confidence that it will all work out:
Summer is more than half over and I feel like it just started, so here’s a little flashback to the very end of spring. These trees are in the courtyard of a residence hall attached to a Disciples of Christ church on Wright Street, photographed with Fuji Superia 400 in my F100.
I seem to have a thing for irises and daylilies. Not only are they both ubiquitous in local gardens, but they come in a staggering variety of colors and sizes. I used Portra 400 in my F100 for this bloom found on the walk home from the bus stop.
My output of graffiti photography has diminished greatly from its peak a few years back. Not sure why; maybe I’m just not seeing as much stuff that tickles my funny bone these days. This moment of Zen on the railroad viaduct over Springfield Avenue is a notable recent exception.
Chicory grows everywhere around here, especially on abandoned or unkept lots, or on the edge of the road out in the country. I decided to go for a little drama with this bloom on an abandoned lot, taking advantage of my X100’s electronic viewfinder to stare into the sun as long as I needed without hurting my eyes. :)