tryouts for the ogden knights, our pro football team.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
old things are nice. maybe we like them so much because they've been places. or because they feel like movies about princesses and dragons. history is slower and more reflective than the bright sunlit present that flies by so fast we often only understand it in the past.
regional championship game between clearfield and davis high schools. the fans rocked the house, which made this game really fun to cover...
Friday, February 20, 2009
this girl is all smitten about the new jacket she got after a huge clothes donation came in at st. anne's homeless shelter. she kept flirting with the camera for several minutes and eventually scampered off to find her mom between the piles of clothes and snow pants.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Chad paints his old high school on a huge canvas. that's called loyalty. plus, he and his wife speak german, which made them extra interesting.
the ballet in salt lake rehearsed madame butterfly and another piece, whose name i don't remember. it was pretty awesome seeing this group of light-footed elves float across the stage.
Monday, February 9, 2009
the two take a break from work at a program that teaches life skills to mentally disabled young adults.
she wants more officials to tackle domestic violence issues. if i remember correctly, she said we have two people in the county now, with thousands of cases to handle...
at a class held by a solar system nasa ambassador to get kids excited about planets and such. they turned golf balls on a long nail to represent the phases of the moon while he held up a black light...to make more sense of what's going on up there.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
it comes in different varieties, but this is one of the most common assignments i get. kids. crafting. at. tables. in. pretty. bare. classrooms. it's a challenge sometimes to not feel stuck in a rut. i want to keep seeing i guess. it doesn't always work out. but i have to at least try and push. anyway. here are some from last week.