Images

In Columbus, I tried to capture some beautiful photographic images. I always love to capture mirror images of bridges or structure on the water; here I got a picture of a bridge reflected on the Scioto River underneath as a boatman paddled up to it.

Here's the city's namesake outside City Hall.  I wonder when the groundswell of removing Columbus' statue will grow to a volume that can't be ignored because after all, his arrival in the New World (can I still say that?) initiated the genocide of indigenous peoples due to the introduction of urban diseases like smallpox and the disparity of technologies like guns versus spears.

I enjoyed spending time with my sister and her family.  Here I enjoyed a libation with her and her middle child, a graduate student in Columbus.

Later we were joined by her youngest son, who also lives downtown and is an engineer who works for a foreign car company.  These young men apparently didn't get the memo from my three children about how terrible I am, actually, these blood relatives of mine haven't heard from those lads in over 15 years.

Along the C&O Canal Towpath

Although our scramble over the rough Billy Goat Trail during the weekend had been cut short by my friend's shoe falling apart, thus introducing unacceptable, albeit remote, risk on parts of the trail involving rock-face traverses along high points with drop-offs below in case the shoe caught or failed completely, we had a nice stroll along the C&O Canal towpath.  I enjoyed watching reflections cast upon the still canal water by clouds overhead, the rocky shoreline and foliage in the background.

There was also wildlife around us.  I snapped a picture of a crane perched upon a log by the far shore.

We walked over to Virginia from Maryland in achieving the river overlook point just off the towpath.  The river was flowing fast and frothy as seen from Olmstead Island, which is Virginia soil although separated from the Old Dominion by the rushing river.

Our three-hour traipse done, we noticed an interesting, working relic from the past along the way by the park entrance.  I haven't seen one in years, although they used to be common everywhere.

Down by the river.

In Buffalo last week after an exhausting day of work in DC followed by a six-hour layover at Dulles trying to get there, I arose at 6 am the next morning for a four-mile run, starting off in the dark by going down Main Street to the Buffalo River.

I ran by a Tim Horton's coffee shop, a Canadian Dunkin' Donuts knock-off, which I came back to to complete my run and grab an early morning coffee.

Buffalo is a mixture of old grand buildings, parking lots where buildings have been torn down and restored facades of older buildings with new tall buildings arising behind the facades.

It was daylight by the time I finished my ramble, another core downtown of a city best viewed by a sixty-minute run.