Marquee photos from the home page, from first to latest.

all images copyright ©2003 Bill Dugan. If you'd like to use one, please ask. Chances are, I'll say yes.

Sign, 8.1.02
This street actually exists, and were it not an hour from my house, would be the subject of a road trip. My vanity knows no bounds.

Report card, 8.21.02
My Kindergarten report card.

Slideshow, 9.1.02
Last summer, my Dad hung a sheet across the clothesline in the side yard and treated the family to a slideshow. That's me in the hat.

Park, 10.21.02
A drawing of a trip to the park. I can't think of how to draw a tree any better than I did back then.

Building, 11.7.02
The facade of a building on Eastern Avenue in Highlandtown.

Highway, 12.4.02
On the way home from work. Kids, don't try this at home.

Card, 12.16.02
Jen and I made Christmas cards this year, and this was the online version.

Diner, 1.3.03
The Hunter Dineraut in Auburn, New York.

Spam, 1.20.03
Pallets of Spam at the Sam's Club. Bad lighting here.

Starlight Diner, 1.23.03
The Starlight Diner, in Essex, has been closed for some time now.

Maryland Ave, 2.21.03
A building facade on Maryland avenue, as the sun set over my right shoulder. Taken from the front seat of the Scout on the way to pick up Jen.

Independent, 2.24.03
The side of the Independent Can Company building (now a condo.) this marks the beginning of the Lomo Period.

Cleaners, 3.5.03
A sign in the alley behind Jen's office. I would cart this sign home if I could.

Dock, 3.5.03
A chilly excursion dockside to the USN John Brown.

Brown, 3.5.03
I returned in the daylight to snap more shots the next day.

Dock 2, 3.5.03
Rusted gantry formation above the dock.

Protest, 3.18.03
Not that everybody in the world visits my site, but I expected to at least get one flame mail for this photo. I'm glad I took it. It stayed up for about a month.

The Strip 2, 4.14.03
A break from Lomo'ing, and a new camera: A Canon G3. Taken 30 feet underwater in an Ikelite housing; f8/1250 w/Ikelite strobe.

Overpass, 4.15.03
I just think this is an architecturally interesting formation.

Peter's Inn, 5.12.03
Love the restaurant, love the graffiti. This got blown out by the flash.

Barn, Aurora, 5.28.03
By the water behind the old Presbyterian Church. This barn actually spans a small stream, and is due to be demolished sometime this year.

Forest Diner, 6.11.03
I stopped in here for a burer and cup of decaf while househunting one evening.

Telleropolis, 6.15.03
Teller the cat, in one of his rare trips outside, sniffing the flowers. He is a huge chicken.

Canton Liquors, 6.23.03
I pass this liquor store on my way home from work every day. The little fellow who owns it is open on odd days , with odd hours, and is currently selling the place. His dog is almost always laying in the doorway, content to watch people pass by. I snapped this while waiting for a light in the Scout.

fairlane, 6.27.03
There's an apartment building on the way to Jen's house with a powder-blue Ford sitting out front. It's been there for the three years, and it's never moved.

medicine bottles, 6.27.03
At one of our favorite antique spots in Ellicott City, there's a stall with a shelf full of questionable medicine.

Uncle Brian's Barn, 7.4.03
This is the side of the old Dugan Farms barn, now sadly beyond repair and condemned to fall down on its own.

number 3, 7.14.03
Outside the Tulkoff horseradish plant, there's a section of the building with all kinds of loading bays, piping and signage. This is from Loading Bay 3.

national brewing company, 7.14.03
I took a walk up Brewer's Hill and found this sign on a catwalk that connected the brewing shed to the company offices. It's all shut down now; production on National beer continues up in Milwawkee.

bridge, 7.25.03
One of the many bridges in between New Jersey and Pennsylvannia. Don't ask me where.

buick skylark, ridgefield, conneticut, 7.25.03
This beautiful hunk of Detroit iron was parked out in front of the cafe Jen and I ate lunch at. Buckets of chrome and 50's luxury.

roadsign, 8.9.03
driving back from jen's parents' place, I took pictures of each sign we drove under trying to get the right combination of exposure, blur, and color.

lights, 8.30.03
Taken on Todd & Heather's porch after an exceptionally tasty meal. I blame the sangria on the skewed artsy angle.

fallout, 9.26.03
From inside the Baltimore County Incident Command Center. The place was an interesting mixture of 1960's era low-tech equipment and modern hardware.

fish food, 10.11.03
Inside Home Anthology in Ellicott City. Very nice.

mc 900 ft. elvis, 10.31.03
My friend Todd is the King.

halloween, 10.31.03
Happy Halloween. We had a grand total of about 20 kinds this year.

leaves, 11.09.03
One of the maple leaves mixed in with a million oak leaves in our backyard. This was after raking the entire front yard and halfway through the back.

bait tackle guns, 12.12.03
A bait shop sign in Lexington Park, MD. I waited an hour for them to turn on the neon, and they never did.

happy holidays, 12.15.03
The Lockardugan christmas card, 2003.

skyliner diner, 1.4.03
This is a diner somewhere right over the line in Pennsylvannia. There's a 'For Sale' sign in the window, and the original diner stools, flatware, and hardware are all in place. Across the highway there's a shiny new Burger King with all the ambiance of a shool cafeteria.

duckpin bowling, hillendale maryland, 1.11.04
Jason got a group of people together and took us to Hillendale for some duckpin bowling, which is a game that makes most normal-sized people feel like giants. It's fun but very hard to do. These are our stylin' shoes.

doorknob, catonsville, MD 2.3.04
One of the greatest things about our house is the fact that none of the original hardware was replaced. Every door in the house has a glass or silver old-skool doorknob.

metro station, 2.29.04
The L'Enfant Plaza in DC, waiting for the Orange line to New Carrolton, about 8:45 PM. It was great to have nobody on the platform so I could snap a few pictures.

mercury, 3.16.04
There's a quiet little guy I work with who drives a 63 Mercury Monterrey, all thirty-seven feet long of it, to work most days. It is a moving anachronism, a throwback to portholes, round bullet taillights, miles of chrome and "Hydro-Matic Transmissions."

bradford pears, 3.28.04
Outside Jen's old office, there are about ten of these trees leaning over Charles Street. Her old boss cheerfully told me that in a few weeks they will have an extremely unpleasant smell—not unlike that of, um, semen.

all images copyright ©2004 Bill Dugan. If you'd like to use one, please ask. Chances are, I'll say yes.