Beaver Hunting.

So I thought the since I now live in the North, surrounded by yankees and canadians, and plasic bisons, that I would have temporarily escaped the rednecks of the world  that hold a special place in my heart. I was wrong.

The rednecks here are a different type of redneck though. Its definitly not the same. This lady is chopping down a beaver damn that 7 monsterous sized beavers made in the creek in her front yard. I spent about an hour with this crazy woman, walking through the woods of New York,(which i never knew existed) and listening to her yell and a hickish yet northern accented voice. We couldn’t find the beavers which broke my heart a little, especially since she said they were twice the size of regular beavers and they would probably charge at us. Oh well, I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.

Couldnt decide which one I liked better. I like seeing her reflection but I think its funnier with her head stuck in. Opinions welcome.

The Buffalo Home

So I just started at the Buffalo News this week. Nothing tooo exciting has happened thus far, but my roommates are pretty awesome as are the other interns. Here’s a few photos from my assignments on Tuesday.The first all-by-myself assignment I shot was shakespeare in the park as put on by sixth graders. I forgot how obnoxious sixth graders are. I also stepped on a snake. The second assignment was just to take a pretty picture at a park of someone on this path. Pretty anti-climactic. But I’m offically on the hunt for a story now, and theres an Indian reservation near by. Im thinking that could be magic.