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memorial day, 2014
Every year, I get up early and take along quiet walk in the national cemetery here in Springfield, Ohio. It's a time for me to spend some time thinking about the sacrifice of others and to put my own service into some perspective.
This year, I decided to head over to the larger national cemetery in Dayton. Seeing the rows upon rows of head stones brings the impact to an even greater scale. I thought about the many thousands of headstones, all in their neat rows, every one of them lovingly given it's own American flag.
I think about my grandfather, my father, my uncle, and all of my ancestors that served and I am proud.
In today's society, I don't often find cause to be proud of being an American. To much political finger-pointing, social division, and a general attitude of selfishness. However, when I find myself surrounded by the quiet ghosts of these brave men and women, I am proud that some American's sons and daughters knew what real sacrifice meant and were proud to do their part for our nation.
I feel humbled.
Tim
elizabeth-spinning in the parlor
Blue silo, purple sky
winter farms
The weather has been horrendous here in Ohio. This is the winter that just won’t quit. We’ve long been into record breaking cold and snow territories. Grey skies are the norm and those of us that suffer from the winter blues have been struggling.
Fotununately, this past Saturday was one of the rare clear days. The blue skies were gorgeous. The sun made the freezing temperatures feel bearable, if just for a single day.
I couldn’t resist the temptation to go for a nice long drive deep into the farm country. Mile after mile of snow covered fields were punctuated with the occasional barn or farm house. With every passing minute, I could feel my own grey mood lifting and by the end of the long drive, I felt recharged. I’m good for a few more weeks of winter.
sycamore reflection
This image combines two favorites in one photo; sycamore trees and fog. I am always looking for a good sycamore scene. The white trunks are gorgeous, especially in the winter. The problem is that I struggle to find scenes in which the tree contrasts nicely with the background.
When I wake up and see fog in the morning, I always run out with my camera. I am intrigued by the way the fog shrouds the landscape, hiding details or coyly revealing brief glimpses.
Imagine how excited I was to see both a nicely contrasting sycamore sitting in a foggy scene. The reflection…pure bonus!
white powder
The dusting of white powder that Ma Nature gave us for Christmas is now gone. I'm glad we had it for the holiday, but I like these warm temperatures enough that I don't miss the snow. Next week; back to freezing temeraures. Ohio weather, pretty fickle.
winter fields
In the morning snow squall, I took a drive to look at the world. Covered with freshly fallen snow, the softly rolling fields caught my eye. They remind me of the curves and lines of a woman's body. Ok, a woman that has not shaved her legs for a few days. Still, feminine lines all the same.
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We've already exceeded our seasonal allowance of snow and cold. To think that it is only December makes me wonder about January and February. At least the critters on the farm will have plenty to eat.
tim mcmurdo 