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This story is part 9 (of 9) that ultimately connects with “A Field Guide to Street Tiles and Other Literal Street Art of the Queen City.”

I love this part of Cincinnati.

I’m sure there’s a more intellectual way to reflect on the notion of concealing a beer within an Amazon delivery bag, but “Inane Apocalypse” is the term I’ve settled on.

“…to Covington?”

Random photographs and thoughts that didn’t have a place in a larger story or post. • • • I appreciate a tear-off flyer.

This story is part 8 (of 8) that ultimately connects with “A Field Guide to Street Tiles and Other Literal Street Art of the Queen City.”

This story is part 7 (of 8) that ultimately connects with “A Field Guide to Street Tiles and Other Literal Street Art of the Queen City.”

I was spending my Sunday afternoon somewhere above the western half of the country, once again watching The Big Lebowski.

• • • Not Looking a Gift Horse in the Mouth: The modern-day equivalent of “not looking a gift horse in the mouth” is being willing to accept the free tacos given to you by a DoorDasher who couldn’t find an address—all because you were kind enough to keep…

Back in September of 2017, I got some inspiration from a fellow photographer.

When working on Fading Ads of Cincinnati about ten years ago, there were a few “ghost signs” that I didn’t have the chance to include.

I moved to Northern Kentucky in 2010, the same year that I turned 21.

Random photographs, thoughts, and tales acquired in May 2026 that didn’t necessarily have a place in a larger story or post. • • • Procter & Gamble Garden Renovations.

Since its 1837 founding, the Procter & Gamble corporation has been headquartered in Cincinnati.

“And if these folks manage to launch their global version of this incredibly niche entertainment option that had its best days long ago—I’ll happily cheer it on from the old ‘Beehive’ with a High Life in hand.”

Sitting here and watching a classic UFL rivalry: Battlehawks at Kings during Derby Week™.

“The Cincinnati Post,” Page 8, Thursday, October 30, 1947.

Through the haze of cigarette smoke, we were treated as regular people rather than the sun-scarred tourists we clearly couldn’t hide being.

This story is part 6 (of 8) that ultimately connects with “A Field Guide to Street Tiles and Other Literal Street Art of the Queen City.”

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

There’s always something to do, but nothing I wanted to do.

I’ve begun working on a project to upload everything* I’ve shot since I was 16 (about a year before I founded QC/D when I first started taking photography seriously).