If you've got to wear a uniform at a Mardi Gras parade, you've got to jazz it up.
Family Gras parade 2014, Galveston, TX
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#Frifotos - Spring
#FriFotos: Tasty
Pastries in Zurich
Dessert is the tastiest. I have a terrible sweet tooth, but how can you resist pastries that look so pretty?
My grandfather and my great-aunt both seem to eat ice cream on a daily basis. They are 88 and 93, respectively, which leads me to believe I need to get some ice cream in my fridge.
Strawberry shortcake in Charlottesville, Virginia
#Frifotos - Shapes
#FriFotos - Boats
I learned a few things from my first visit to Stow Lake. There are some spots along the lake where two people can easily board someone else's boat; however, management will notice that your party left with two and returned with four. Stow Lake's paddle boat management also disapproves of standing in the boats as you attempt to make a triumphant return to the dock.
#Frifotos - Smiles
In 2011, I tried to take a picture of a stranger every day for a month. I did not succeed, but I approached a good number of people I did not know. These are the smiles people give to a stranger asking to take their picture. For more photos from the Strangers project, visit here.
#FriFotos - Hikes
I'm half Swiss and have hiked all over the Bernese Oberland. Every few summers, my American grandparents met us in Switzerland for a week of walking. Our most recent visit together was in 2009. For the first time, we hiked a little slower. Spent a morning on a boat instead of walking around the lake. Took the bus up the mountain and walked back down.
My grandfather still runs 5 and 10k races, but 2009 may have been the last summer of hiking together. Here they are, walking up a rocky trail, lead by my dad.
#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.