Rebecca Bratek
Another week, another bunch of people who think their iPhones make them professional photographers. This week we’re rounding up pictures of your ink.
There’s nothing like experiencing or witnessing true love. It’s painfully beautiful, a once-in-a-lifetime moment that many are desperate to find.
Taylor Morris and Danielle Kelly have found that true love, and it’s hard not to smile at how beautifully in love this couple is.
Another week, another bunch of people who think their iPhones make them professional photographers. This week, we let the words do the talking.
This city has so much more to offer sports-wise than two failing teams. Sure, our other sports teams may not be winning championships just yet, but they’re on the upswing and are sure to make you forget “No Goal” and “Wide Right.”
Another week, another bunch of people who think their iPhones make them professional photographers. This week, we’re gathering your best blue and red shots. That’s right – Bills football.
Today is the 11th anniversary of 9/11 -- a day of remembrance, and a day to honor those lost 11 years ago in one of America’s greatest tragedies. But did you know you could celebrate by getting a large cheese pizza for $9.11? What a deal!
I made it through my last first week of college. Barely.
Another week, another bunch of people who think their iPhones make them professional photographers. This week, we’re rounding up your shots of autumn.
Another week, another bunch of people who think their iPhones make them professional photographers. This week, we’re rounding up your “deepest” shots taken without color. That’s right -- black and white.
I've been working minimum-wage jobs since I was 16. I’ve worked in four-star restaurants, babysat for every neighbor and freelanced ever since I tricked people into paying me to write. But the worst job of all? Retail.
Another week, another bunch of people who think their iPhones make them professional photographers. This week, we’re rounding up the best shots of Buffalo’s landmarks.
Dear Rich…err, I mean Ralph Wilson Stadium,
I was born in 1991, less than five months after the first of four Buffalo Bills Super Bowl losses. While I didn’t witness “Wide Right,” I still cringe thinking about that moment. Maybe I was doomed to be a Bills curse (or is it loyal fan?) since I was in my mother’s womb. Seriously, I bring nothing but bad luck to this team -- but that’s another story for another day.