westcott vase
foggy point
arthur e brown
Monday morning, I took my annual Memorial Day walk through our local cemetery. I can't help but stop and wonder about the men buried in these graves. Arthur E Brown was born in 1880. What war did he fight in? Did he go to Mexico to chase Pancho Villa? Did he ride with Teddy Roosevelt's Rough Riders in Cuba? I'll bet he cold tell some great stories.
the compound
On a recent photo outing, I discovered that our small city was home to a bonafide survivalist bunker/compound.
While I found it impossible to see inside the compound, judging by the number of antennas and steel towers surrounding the property, the occupant has no problem keeping an eye on the rest of the world. Going by the message on the outside of his wall, I would say that he is a right wing tea party nut case. I just thought I should share. there is nothing like getting a little of the local flavor.
first snow 2012
What a strange weather pattern we have had this winter and past fall. The unusually warm temperatures mean that not only is Monday's snow fall the first accumulation of 2012, but also the first of the entire season.
Normally we would have had some snow accumulation back in November and again in December. Not this season. We don't even expect this little dusting to last long. temperatures would be back in the forties by the end of the week and the snow will melt by the weekend.
Don't think that I am complaining, I'll take the warm weather while I can. February is just a few weeks away and I am sure that Old Man Winter will wake up and spread his cold blanket over Ohio before Spring arrives in April.
feeling drained
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.
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.
my morning weakness
Sunday mornings are my opportunity to get up early and enjoy a sunrise walk. Driving over to the lake and walking around the shore or through the prairie are pretty typical. When I am done, I often head downtown just to look for something to photograph. For some strange reason, my car drives past Schuler's Bakery… all on its own, I swear. The doughnuts are good but the butterfly cookies are even better.
All I can say is that my waist line is lucky that I don't walk every morning.
morning walk
Saturday morning, I woke to a foggy morning and decided to go for a walk before the sun burned off the cool mist. Walking in the fog is one of my favorite experiences. I love the muted colors and the way the fog shrouds the lights.
I love the lack of echo. The moist air seems to absorb the sounds and even the noise of the gravel crunching under my feet doesn't go far.
I love the cool air. Even when the day has plans to become hot, the morning fog provides a cool damp blanket.
The fog is full of surprises and even familiar paths give you opportunities to pause and experience something new. I think this is because the fog focuses your sight to the object close to you.
I can't wait till Saturday morning. I am planning a nice morning walk. Maybe I will tell you all about it.
tim mcmurdo 