Who is the Whistling Batter?

A poem about a divine taco delivery, Cleveland, Cincinnati, a stikman, and more.

A street trombone, bad news about The Bee Gees, Lammi lore, stadiums, and street scenes.

Random photographs that didn’t have a place in a larger story or post.

Random photographs, thoughts, and tales acquired in January 2026 that didn’t necessarily have a place in a larger story or post.

No one’s “grabbing a burger” without “some sitcom-style, ulterior motive.”

A spontaneous investigation of semi-local lore in the midst of an inane apocalypse.

Not a bad time, nor a great time. More like the kind of time where you get some really good Chinese takeout, but the order doesn’t come with a fortune cookie

Could’ve been the Stingers at Cinergy Field.

Random photographs, thoughts, and tales acquired between September and the end of 2024 that didn’t have a place in a larger story or post.

There’s a comforting familiarity to the Walgreen’s electronics section

“A time rife with low-resolution images and Windows XP error screens. All of it set to the soundtrack of ska’s third wave.”

“With Artemus, from the start of this, runnin' the game
James West, tamin' the West, so remember the name”

Arby’s has always been there for me. For you. For all of us.

(Postcard towns, roadside attractions, Three Mile Island, and a weird transit system)

“My biggest takeaway from this year is that now, more than ever, I am of the sound belief that everything I’ll ever need to know in life was learned while working at an amusement park and from having watched professional wrestling as kid.”

“Mecklenburg Gardens was the new-to-us, but definitely not new-to-the-city, pre-match meeting spot. Boasting a renowned beer garden, the oldest restaurant in the city became our place.”

We walked to the Super Bowl even though there were no sidewalks. It had all come down to this.

Been traveling a lot lately and shooting a ton of film—still covered some local things, though. Favorite photographs made between the end of July 2019 and the beginning of October 2019 that didn't necessarily have a place in a larger story or post.

Photographs made between the end of May 2019 and the end of July 2019 that didn't have a place in a larger story or post.

Our first meeting had gone well, but there was something different about our second meeting, the one at Rhinehaus. I left work in the suburbs and headed downtown to park. I walked through the Over-The-Rhine, the ever-evolving historical neighborhood on the edge of downtown, with streetcar tracks under my feet and skyscrapers in the distance. I walked into the bar on the corner Clay and 12th, greeted by friends both old and new. We sipped good beer, introduced each other and it was clear: we're going to be a part of something special. Not just a new pro sports team with bold ambitions, but a community that champions the team, the sport and the city we love.