I don’t think the Greeks or Romans had access to tobacco since it’s a New World plant, but it would have been a pretty interesting sight to see Caesar and Brutus outside catching a smoke on March 15.

Brutus: The Senate stuff is getting crazy, maybe you should take a vacation or something C.
Caesar: You’re out of your mind. I’m just getting started. I’ll never quit.
Brutus: Really man, just chill out. Slow your roll and think this stuff through.
Caesar: You’re my boy, B! What are you worried about. You’ll be right there with me at the top.
Brutus: Man, I’m outta Newports. Walk with me to the store.
Caesar: Alright, I’ll tell you my plan to stay in power on the way.
Brutus: That’s what I’m trying to tell you. If you don’t step down there might be… you know… an accident or something.
Caesar: What kind of accident!? What are you talking about!? You know I’m at the top of my game. I can’t quit now.
Brutus: I don’t know. You might fall down on something sharp. I just think you need to leave for awhile.
Caesar: Fall down on…. The only thing I’m falling down on is these giant stairs when I’m 80 years old and still having to climb up them to rule. You know what I’m sayin.
Brutus: (looking away) You heard ‘em boys. Do what you gotta do.
Caesar: (being attacked with switchblades) You dirty backstabber, Brutus!  I thought we were homies. (dies)

Yeah, it probably would have gone down just like that.

I’m not sure what attracted me to a graffiti cross scrawled near a broken stain glass window, but I think the juxtaposition has a bigger vocabulary than I do. This was shot across the street from the Drop Inn Center homeless shelter in Downtown.

There’s a chance that the Drop Inn Center will be split into several different parts and spread throughout the city. In typical journalist fashion, I truly haven’t formed an opinion about this. I’ve been talking to a lot of people about it, and I’m curious to see how it will turn out.

I’ll let you know when I figure it out.

This shot is an image of the Roebling Suspension Bridge that spans the Ohio River just east of the main Brent Spence Bridge.

The bridge is being repainted and worked on. It’s an iconic blue color. A friend of mine said that the large covering tarps reminded him of the sails of an old ship. I have to agree with him.

Traveling under the bridge was a little scary on a bike since they were doing welding and sparks were falling on the road below. The stormy gray weather also added to the pirate ship effect. It’s quite a sight.

This photo like so many others was made while I walked to work from my parking spot.

I love photographing the relationship between nature and what humans build. One day our dwellings and workplaces will most likely be destroyed, taken back by the natural world it once replaced.

In fact, if you look at historical photos of Cincinnati, it looked much different, much dirtier and much more desolate of trees. It’s shocking how much deforesting we did just 50 or 60 years ago.

I’m also concerned that all those trees have grown back for a horrible reason. I assume most were cut down to use for fuel and heat. With the switch from wood power to oil power, the trees get a chance to come back. BUT at what cost.

I’m keeping this one short guys. I’m posting from my phone today… Not fun. I’m currently in Ft. Wayne, Indiana for a family reunion.

This photo was made in West Chester. Apparently this particular yellow flag and X was placed as part of a training exercise.

It’s would be a very good way to screw with your neighbor if you started placing random flags and X’s in their yard while they weren’t watching.

I’ll try to be a little more thourough tomorrow. Enjoy the shot.

This image was shot at annual Great Strides walk to raise money for Cystic Fibrosis on Sawyer Point. Last year, Jen cut the ribbon to start the walk.

This year a girl named Sam got to cut the ribbon. She underwent a double lung transplant like Jen. We were fortunate enough to meet her family at a CF consortium.

This year Jen completed the entire walk, which was fun. I also recently learned the CF is considered an “orphan” disease. Only 30,000 people in the U.S. are afflicted with it. So much of the research done for CF is privately funded by the CFF, which makes it so much more important.