Used to wander around this town quite a bit. Still do, but I used to, too. Moved to Louisville back when neocons still ruled the earth, took me forever to figure out what to do for entertainment in the city. They get reaaallllly excited here if you decide to indulge in a little plinking of targets in your backyard. When the stir-crazy set in for real, the only thing that helped was to make my way over to the Highlands and wander down to the Book & Music Exchange (above). Don't get in there as much as in times past but still try to peek in when the opportunity presents itself.
While these photos are from here, there, and everywhere, they're all from this year. That sign is pretty timeless though. No need to be specific when there's so many to choose from. Venezuela in this particular instance, but it's really a choose your own atrocity in this perpetual warfare state.
Recently posted some pea soup photos but this isn't fog, it's snow. Back at the beginning of the snowmaggedon-that-wasn't I made the hike up to the overlook to see what could be seen. A whole lot of not much. Normally you can see Churchill Downs and skyscrapers of downtown Louisville from this perspective.
There's an abandoned cemetery here, Eastern Cemetery, that's right next door to graveyard where Muhammad Ali and Col. Harlan Sanders are buried. It's been abandoned since word got out in the late 80s that they had been reusing graves for over a century there. Had went to do a little exploring earlier this week but Mother Nature had other ideas. Snapped this before the thunderstorms drove us off, was on the gravestone of a guy that'd died at the ripe old age of 34.
For a while there, if I was out shooting and somebody wanted a photo of themselves, I was definitely getting asked to take it. Was always awkward, didn't own a smartphone at the time and only had the vaguest notion of how to shoot with them. Anymore, I hardly ever get asked to, which doesn't hurt my feelings none, but it doesn't stop me from taking photos of them either.
Shooting at night without a flash will give you a newfound appreciation for every spare scrap of light you can find. This was from a nighttime protest over Renee Good's murder, already had my ISO cranked nearly to the max when an organizer, Robbey Taylor, stepped into the floodlight's glow.
Is it thyme for spring yet? The last of the snow piles have finally melted and the temperatures are back to flirting with record highs but it feels to soon to think we're out of the woods yet.
