morning on the river
Sunday morning, the wind on the river was cold, but the ducks didn't seem to mind. Between us, we had the river to ourselves. If you were wondering, that is one of the steeples from Wittenberg University in the background silhouette.
Chill Morning on the Pond
The dawn makes me feel alive. The silent, still air, the brilliant color and the mist in the chill air combine to fill my senses. The dawn is truly awesome.
pizza monster
Nobody knows where it came from. One day, it just showed up… squeaking and gibbering. The beast practically slobbered over the entire town as it worked its way from the suburbs, past the elementary school, the train station, and the library until it eventually made its way to the pizza place.
Once in side, the hairy animal ordered a slice with pepperoni and extra cheese, NY Style. A shake of salt, parmigiana cheese and a little red pepper flake finished his preparations and the beast was ready to chow down. He swallowed the pizza in four huge bites and washed it down with a cold lager.
He wasn't a dangerous monster, he just needed some pizza. Aren't we all a pizza monster on one day or another?
wha? ummm… huh? thank you!
This is a post without pictures. I know, we al like pictures and I like showing you pictures. however, pictures are not what this post is all about. You had the pizza monster earlier and that will have to suffice, so calm down.
This post is about some incredible, but puzzling, web traffic that I experienced yesterday. I don't check the traffic on my site very often. Usually about once a month I like to see the google analytics, just to see where my visitors come from. I average about 30 people a day and for the most part, they are people that I know personally or from a small group of on line photography buddies.
Yesterday, I just happened to log in and see a weird number… over 400 visitors. I kept looking at the little graph and couldn't get my head around the fact that so many people had visited my site. Before the end of the day, the number had risen to over 600 visitors. Who are these people? Where did they come from?
Lately, my site has seen a little more traffic because of some links posted on Light Stalking, an on line photography community. I can see the source of the traffic and Light Stalking was not the source of these visits. Most of these were from a site called t.co. Never heard of it. Turns out that, after a little investigative work, t.co is twitter. Somebody tweeted a link to one of my posts, causing the incredible avalanche of visitors. I don't know who the little tweeter bird was, but I would like to thank you for valuing my post enough to tell others about it and for sending all of that great traffic my way. Who ever you are, you are incredibly generous.
Thank you,
Tim
Things on my night stand
These are the items that I keep on my night stand:
A stained glass lamp that I love
An empty granite wear pitcher that occasionally sees some dried flowers
A photo of my father as a teenager, posing with his father
A blue glass turtle
A leather bound note book that I use for jotting down things that I want to remember
Not shown in this image, there may or may not be some dust
Also not shown in this image, what ever book I am currently reading
That is everything that currently resides on my night stand. What do you keep on your night stand?
barn window
I just can't resist a good window. A sort of weakness, I would suppose.
seeding the spelt
Saturday, Lee turned the field over in preparation for Sunday's seeding. He arrived early in the morning, fed the animals, and then harnessed up Charlie and Jane, getting them ready for their work day.
After driving the team from the barn to the field, Lee filled the hopper with spelt seed. If you are not familiar with the plant, it is a short grain in the wheat family. The plant has been sewn for thousands of years and was popular in the Mid East and Europe during medieval times.
Spelt is the farm's winter crop. The grain will grow until it is harvested in June. I'll be sure to post pictures during the next few months so that you can see the field in the upcoming seasons.
I enjoy watching the powerful animals working. Their muscles ripple and stretch as they pull the seeder through the field. I definitely have the sense that they enjoy the work.
At the end of each row, Lee turns the team around by hollering Haw… Haw… Haw. Hee for right, Haw for left. The horses know just what to do and coordinate their efforts around the turn and back down the field.
I watched the trio in action all morning, and when Lee took a break, we talked for a while. I could smell the turned earth and the fallen leaves. There was a cool, chilly breeze early on and then the sun warmed the morning up. I know that later this winter, when the cold and snow has forced us indoors for far too long, I can draw upon my memories of this day and hear, smell, and see Lee and crew in action. It's these kinds of memories that carry us northerners through the long winters.
up way too early
Sometimes, when insomnia strikes and I wake up far too early, I take my camera and walk the streets near my home. For the most part, I have the town to myself. I like that. I enjoy the peace that can only be found in the middle of the night. I can imagine that the entire world is sleeping except me. Eventually, the world begins to waken, slowly, one home and one business at a time. The waking lights are my cue to head home, find something to eat and get ready to face the rest of the day.
reflected glory
No funny stories or pithy captions today. Just a simple and colorful photo of the fall foliage reflected on a local pond.
tim mcmurdo 