Photography Blog

How to Change the Oil (With the Kids)

26 May 2015, Posted by P.J. Oswald in People

Here’s my theory; Whenever we can’t really figure out who first coined a saying, we claim it was an African proverb. Case in point:

“If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together.”

Whoever it was that actually said it, they’re right on the money.


Smartphone Saturday: Poor Llama

23 May 2015, Posted by P.J. Oswald in Things

Picture that scene at the end of The Flintstones when the bird squawks and Fred is done with work for the day. His joy takes him through jumps and flips and slides down dinosaur tails. That’s me on Saturdays. No blogging here, other than me posting a simple, unedited photo from my smartphone.

Today’s photo is a glimpse into the horrified face of a llama. Well, I’m just assuming he was horrified. When I met him, he was crowded into his pen by little children high on the spoils of the massive Easter egg hunt that had played out a few yards away. My own kids were just as hyper, and overly enthusiastic to lay hands all over this guy. It probably didn’t help that I had a smartphone just inches away from his face. But I must say, he behaved like a gentleman throughout.

Before the Hammer Throw

21 May 2015, Posted by P.J. Oswald in People

Call up a picture of the Summer Olympic Games in your mind. Then do away with any competitions that have to do with turning in the fastest time, swimming in pools, or hitting the center of a target. And then picture your athletes dressed in kilts.

What you’ve got left is the Scottish Highland Games.  (more…)

Hard Candy Ferris Wheel

19 May 2015, Posted by P.J. Oswald in Places, Things

My mom didn’t let my brother and I eat those colorful, sweetened cereals when we were young. We probably knew every Froot Loops, Fruity Pebbles, and Lucky Charms jingle by heart, but we weren’t allowed to eat them. With colors so blatantly artificial, there could be nothing redeeming about a bowl full of the stuff, she reasoned.

We protested then, believe me. But I think I understand now what she was getting at. (more…)