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all the world is a stage

Posted on October 5, 2013 by Tim McMurdo

Welcome to the catskills resort ladies and gentlemen. On my way over here tonight, I overheard two elderly ladies in the restaurant. The first lady remarked "The food here is terrible" and the second lady replied "And the portions are so small". I tell you , I am killing it. Did you hear the one about the orangutang that walked into an Irish bar with a unicycle and a violin? …

This one was shot on my iPhone and processed in Photoshop. Sometimes you have to work with the equipment you have on hand and then get creative.

Thank you Larry Coressel for the joke.

catacomb

Posted on October 2, 2013 by Tim McMurdo

If you have a few minutes to spare in Indianapolis, the tour of the catacombs under the city market is an interesting way to spend the time. A little history, a little architecture, and lots of dank, cool, darkness await the adventuresome. The Indianapolis Museum of Art and the Soldiers and Sailors monument are far more spectacular, however, I like to find these smaller side visits as well.

barn roof

Posted on September 25, 2013 by Tim McMurdo

I often pass this barn on the way to the farm. It's one of the Ohio bicentenial barns chosen to represent each county in the state. The barn is in pretty sad shape, but currently undergoing rennovation. No matter what direction you approach the barn, you can see this roofline with all of its interesting details. It's a fine old barn.

jim and rembrant have a moment

Posted on September 23, 2013 by Tim McMurdo

sunday randomness

Posted on September 22, 2013 by Tim McMurdo

While on a trip to Indianapolis on Saturday, My buddy Jim and I came a cross a bridal shoot.

belle’s locks

Posted on September 20, 2013July 20, 2015 by Tim McMurdo

Belle is one of the percherons at the farm. Just like her mother, Maggie, Belewas born black, but is turning white. Her main was the first to change. Now her coat is speckled, well on it's way to becomming white.

Not all percherons cange color as they grow. Belle's little brother, Sampson, shows no sign of changing and will probably remain black.

parasol

Posted on September 17, 2013 by Tim McMurdo

farm walk

Posted on July 15, 2013 by Tim McMurdo

On a recent Saturday morning, I drove over to the farm and went for a long walk. It was a nice cool summer morning and I was feeling the need to get outside a little bit. This is a mood that comes over me from time to time. I need to commune with Ma Nature a little bit on my own.

The path took me along the edge of one of the pastures and then turned into the woods and crossed a stream. I still get a kick out of crossing a stream by hopping from rock to rock. Now that I am getting up in age a little, I am far more careful than I was in my youth.

My sense of balance is not what it used to be. As a matter of fact, I am thinking about taking some yoga classes to see if they can help me become more limber and more balanced. If you take yoga, I'd like to hear from you on the subject.

After emerging from the trees, I stumbled upon Jason and one of the farmers out in the sorghum field. They had Rosie harnessed up and were cultivating between the rows to keep the weeds down to a reasonable level.

Rosie is new to the farm and this was a good opportunity to get her some practice in harness.

hush little baby

Posted on July 10, 2013 by Tim McMurdo

Hush little baby.

the old kettle

Posted on July 8, 2013 by Tim McMurdo

The old kettle

This old kettle fires my imagination, much like what happens when I pick up an old book. How many hands have gripped that handle? How many gallons of water have been turned into tea or coffee? For a household item more than a century old, it has borne witness to a lot of stories. It’s a nice old kettle.