Yearly Archives: 2006

I recently took a trip to Stillwater, Oklahoma to see an old friend (Adrian) I'd not seen in some time and was reminded what a weird place it is. Stillwater, is what I mean, but Oklahoma is a bit odd by itself. I was there for what was deemed "a bit of a mad tea party" complete with top hats, tea, potatoes (?), pizza, and an improvisational string trio. If, perchance, you've not been to an outdoor teaparty in the midwest during the month of December, I submit you've not been alive. Let me rephrase that. You are likely slightly more sane than those of us in attendance. (Mid-December tea party, however, does NOT rival a mid-February dip into Loch Ness. The loch steals from you all ability to feel and, tragically, all ability to feel any effects (taste or otherwise) of single malt whisky. "Ill advised" to to the faint of heart. It was awesome, but I digress.) 
 
 
Despite having a specific reason to be there, most of my time was spent...filling time. Part of this time-filling was used to make a new friend, Jesse. He plays various instruments and sings in a band called Kunek and I've enjoyed their music as long as I've known of it, but, despite that, I'd not had a chance to meet him until this trip (nigh on three years since I was last in Stillwater). I suppose Adrian would posit that Jesse and I got along so well because we're both very Leo (I am apparently something like quadruple or quintuple Leo, but that stuff is over my head). Lions. Rawr. Anyway, we got on well and even have tentatively decided to musically-collaborate-by-mail to bring the awesome powers of our respective bands into one collective powerhouse of awesome awesomeness.
 
Here is a small chunk of photos from my trip. 
 

Adrian running. I have no idea why though. She took off and sprinted (as much as one can in those boots) to her neighbor's house, soon to return in the same manner--as if she'd just been given a way to commune with a herd of narwal or given some dark chocolate. 
 

Adrian in front of her house. Yes, that is 419 1/2. Stillwater has this odd habit of having half-addresses.

Styled by me, taken by Adrian. THIS. BUMPER-STICKER. INFURIATES. ME.
 

(how can you not love this owl?)

David Ytterberg

Flower girl at the wedding of Rebekah and David.

Libby and Alan in Huntsville, Alabama

Thanksgiving 2006 in Huntsville, Alabama. It is not all of the family, but who happened to be around as I was leaving for a shoot.

My grandmother...pretty much she'd kill me if she know I posted this image.

Grandmother (Virginia)

Granddad (Charlie)

James

Nicole

(me, taken by Nicole)

This past Saturday there was a climbing competition at Moss Rock Preserve.

post script : We added thumbnails to the books and series.

These are my grandparents--Charlie and Virginia Cornelison who reside is illustrious Gurley, Alabama. My granddad worked for Redstone Arsenal ages and ages ago and I only have a vague idea of what he did, but what I do know is that since 1969 he has been a beekeeper. Not just a casual beekeeper, but the kind who gets awards and inductions in societies (or at least associations?). I am obviously in no position to be unbiased but I swear to you the honey that comes from Hurricane Valley is the best in the world. Anyway.

This is them at First Monday in Scotsboro, Alabama. First Monday was traditionally a trade day but has morphed into a kind of group flea market where everyone has their specialty. Knight Rider lunchbox? Sure. Oxe tongue? Why not. Guns and knives and romance novels? All here at this table. Avon products and creepy dolls? No problem. But mostly its all for sale, not for trade. That is to say, not as much trading goes on these days. I'm glad I got to witness the end of this era though. (If you're looking for some quality (read: 1980's) Harlequin Romance Novels, there is a good chance my grandmother will have a Piggly Wiggly bag full of them.)

Jimmy LaValle of The Album Leaf preparing for the show at Bottletree.

[guys at the window]

More shots from bouldering.

Luker getting a little protien hit before climbing at the boulder fields in Birmingham, Alabama.
 

I headed out last week with Winslow to the Boulder Fields here in Birmingham. Here are a couple of shots from a day of watching people climb, hearing a lot of gibber jabber jargon [jug? crimp? i mean i can guess, but seriously], and appreciating autumnal climate changes.
 

 

 

more to come