Bacon Ball 2013

I'm not a bacon freak. A year ago, as a pesco-vegetarian (bad vegetarian) I wasn't even eating bacon. So I wasn't going to attend the Louisville Visual Art Association's third annual Bacon Ball, but my husband wanted to go, and I love food and bourbon. This event promised both, on a farm. To Bacon Ball we went (I typed "Bourbon Ball." Wishful thinking).

Here's Oxmoor Farm. I was really looking forward to seeing the actual farm part, but we only got to see the side of the house (very nice) and some old stables. ​

​It's always handy to have a drink while waiting in line

​NABC chefs preparing their Bacon Ball offering

​There was a lot of standing in line at this event, but once we got drinks, that became bearable. We left full of pizza, pork, and pig prizes Gabe acquired from the silent auction: a cookbook, a gift certificate to a butcher, and two noise-making toy pigs (one is a keychain flashlight that oinks). And just in case you might forget about where all that meat was coming from, this guy was around to remind you: 

#FriFotos - Steps

In January, I got to photograph the UCI Cyclo-Cross World Championships. It was my first cyclo-cross event, and the first time I got to shoot something like this. I spent the day running around the course at Eva Bandman Park, trying to find the designated photographers' areas. I figured out early on how to get to the various areas around these steps. 

I was so impressed by these athletes. I can walk up stairs. And I can bike. And I can carry my bike up and down the eight steps from our basement -- but to ride miles on an insane course in snow, sand, mud, then run your bike up and down steps requires a special kind of madness. 

#FriFotos: Close-Up

My mother loves gardening and dragged her children to botanical gardens and arboretums, which we proclaimed “boring”. I used to tease her about all the pictures she took of flowers, and now… just look at my Flickr stream. It is full of flowers. The lenses I have don’t let me get as close up as I want, but that doesn’t stop me. In this sense, I am my mother’s daughter, making photographs of the same flowers each year (tulip trees in the spring, hydrangeas in the summer, and those passion fruit flowers by Carmichael’s Books whenever they’re in bloom).

On my first trip to the High Line in New York this April, I spotted these little guys blooming and got down on my knees to get closer. Sadly, I’m not nearly as good as Mom (a Master Gardener now) with plant names. So I learn by asking — anyone  know the name of these flowers?