Tag: downtown

  • Budding Photographer Adventures: Teaching the kid to shoot

    Budding Photographer Adventures: Teaching the kid to shoot

    Emery loves going downtown, which is one clear determinant she is my kid. And there’s another one: I think she is digging photography.

    After her camp ended for the day, we decided to break in her new point-and-shoot camera and start building a skill I’ve loved since I was just a little bit older than her (I got my first SLR for my 13th birthday — a prized used Nikon EM with a couple of basic lenses).

    With a summer full of camps, adventures and general kid-level chaos now and ahead, I wanted her to be able to capture some of it for herself. We haven’t gone deep on the art of photography just yet — aperture, shutter speed, and ISO can wait — but we have talked about how to compose a shot, what makes a good shot and how sometimes the best photo is the one you didn’t mean to take.

    After a short lesson on how to turn it on, frame a photo and avoid taking a picture of part of your finger (the basics), she was off and running. She took to it fast and was darting around the square looking for her next great shot before I’d even taken the turned my own point and shoot on.

    Also worth noting: I bought myself a nearly matching point-and-shoot. I figured it’d be more fun to shoot alongside her, and both of our cameras can go underwater, which, yes, we already tested out. The verdict? Very cool. Expect more aquatic shots as the summer heats up.

    The photos posted here are all mine for now, but I hope Emery permits me to share some of hers soon. Based on what I’ve seen, she has a great eye.

    Stay tuned.

  • OK, fine. The Mercantile Library is awesome.

    OK, fine. The Mercantile Library is awesome.

    It took me way too long to get back to the Mercantile Library downtown. But I finally made it today, and wow. It’s still one of the best-kept secrets in Cincinnati—though maybe not for long. And I guess I’m OK with that.

    I’ve technically been a member for more than 20 years, ever since my friend and mentor, the late Dr. Emil Dansker, took me there one afternoon. I was blown away by the place and joined on the spot. Since then, I’ve told a few people about it, but I also used to joke that I’d never share too much, because I loved how quiet, quirky and relatively unknown it was. Like a secret clubhouse for the curious-minded Cincinnatian. But with its recent renovation and expansion, I think it’s finally time to let the cat out of the bag.

    The Mercantile just completed a significant more-than-$5 million upgrade, taking over the entire 12th floor of its historic downtown building and nearly doubling its footprint. There’s now a gorgeous custom-built staircase connecting the two floors (it weighs 10 tons), along with cozy reading nooks, modern meeting rooms, quiet booths, a poetry room and lots of natural light. The blend of old-school charm and updated design is pitch-perfect.

    Founded in 1835 by a group of young merchants and clerks looking for an intellectual community, the library is still going strong and more welcoming than ever. It’s open to visitors, but you can become a member for $65 a year and get access to everything. It’s totally worth it.

    I took many photos during my visit today, and I’ll post a few in this post. If you’ve never been, make time. If you have, go again. And if you were one of the Mercantile people I once told, and I think specifically of the late director Albert Pyle, “Nah, I’m not sharing this on Facebook,” well… turns out it was time. My deepest apologies.

  • Parking enforcement officer writes ticket for after 8 – before 8

    Just watched as a neighbor of mine got a ticket for parking in an after-8 a.m. truck loading zone along Perry Street in downtown Cincinnati (even though this alley hasn’t been used for loading trucks in probably 30 years). Only problem was it wasn’t after 8 a.m. – even when the officer handed the neighbor her ticket.

    I watched out my bedroom window as she showed the officer her cell phone (which carries a signal from her wireless service that maintains the exact real time, lapse a 10-30 seconds). She was rather upset – the ticket costs $50 – but the officer would not even budge.

    So, I went out and said I looked on the two computers I had open and on, both with automatically updated Internet time (also very accurate) and my cell phone and said she was right and he was wrong. His response? Look at the ticket.

    She showed me the ticket. “8:00 a.m., April 2, 2010.” No Day-After April Fool’s Day joke here. I told him that even right then, as we “discussed” the ticket, it was only 8:01 a.m. so there is no way it was after 8 a.m. when he wrote the ticket.

    I encouraged the woman to go to the ” parking court.” Court, in this case, is a closet with a hearing officer (“judge”), an appointee who also works as a lawyer someplace else, who almost always lets parking violaters off the first time they appear before him (or sit next to him, as is the case in Hamilton County) and usually halves fines if you take the time to go on subsequent visits. I know this from personal experience – I had a few “surprise” tickets when I lived in Over-the-Rhine. The surprise was I never got them, likely removed from the windshield by some board passer-by (and we had more than our share of those types). The excuse took with the judge  because I had actually paid, on time, other tickets over the years.

    But this all comes at a cost: The experience for those living in downtown Cincinnati. It is one we cannot afford right now. And this is a stupid way for the city to make up expenses in a gigantic budget hole.

    In an effort to beef up parking enforcement, officers (the parking kind, not police) have been armed with electronic ticket-writing devices that dramatically speed up the process. There apparently also have been several new hires in the past 18 months or so, making the force larger than it has been in recent years (this is an observation). Couple that with a more than doubling of the original $14 fine (as it was until 2005, late, as I recall) to the now $35 fine for parking at an expired meter, and I think we have ourselves a grand way for the city to make money for itself.

    Good. No new taxes, right? But it comes at the expense of creating massive discontent about living downtown. Parking spaces – like on Perry Street – still reflect an industrial alleyway where trucks needed to park throughout the day. Now, it’s low-hanging fruit for parking enforcement folks and the bane of people who live in the former warehouses and manufacturing facilities now converted into townhomes, condos and apartments – the people who are making downtown work again.

    Should parking on the street be made legal for anyone? No, but there are best practices from other cities of similar size that allow for residents to park on the street near their residence.

    Cincinnati has a similar ordinance. Why haven’t you heard of it? It’s pretty fascinating, actually. Passed in the early 1980s, but it has never been used once, because the burden for residents to enact is nearly insurmountable. Why? Who knows for sure. It was either an extremely poor piece of legislation or doing exactly what it was intended to do. I have (or had) a copy of the ordinance, and some accompanying complaints by current and former Council members, and will track that down and discuss that in a future post.

  • Beautiful evening on Fountain Square



    Beautiful evening on Fountain Square

    Originally uploaded by hjoew


    Great weather in Cincinnati… Cubs in town and the center city is
    hopping.

  • Cincinnati superhero Shadowhare makes downtown apprehension

    Local Cincinnati super hero Shadowhare and his sidekick Silver Moon were seen downtown recently in Piatt Park making an apprehension. Using his 20,000-volt stun ray, he shocked me – yes, me – into submission. I have no further comment at this time.

  • Building Cincinnati drinking in downtown Cincinnati

    Kevin LeMaster, author of the wonderful Building Cincinnati, is drinking on Fountain Square during Cinco de Mayo celebrations.