Baggage

Baggage

old railroad depot
Catlettsburg, Kentucky

This town has also preserved its old railroad depot.  This shot was one of the test photos from the fisheye lens that had the flaw in the element. Exif might say 50mm but it was the 8mm Samyang fisheye with a bit of a crop in post edit.

 

 

Church at Maysville

Church at Maysville

I found this image I shot maybe 5 years ago, it might have been posted here before.  It reminded me how photographers often dwell on f-stops and such and artists never mention their brand of brushes.  The camera used here is the Iphone 4.  That statement is a good example.  That’s your grin for this Saturday.

 

 

Tim Preston, intrepid journalist

Tim Preston, intrepid journalist

Grayson, Kentucky

I was contacted by Tim Preston about doing an interview about our new camera group.  Tim is the new editor of the Grayson Journal-Times newspaper and we know each other through Facebook and our mutual activities of bike riding and pursuit of a healthier lifestyle.  We both have lost about the same weight.

I love to travel to Grayson for their fine Mexican restaurant so off I was for a lunch interview.  What a conversation it was!  I think it has been a long time since I’ve enjoyed a meeting so much.  When can you find conversations that wind around to include social aspects of North Carolina all the way to how air flight in a Black Hawk helicopter will suck the heat out of your feet.

We talked about journalism, the difficulties of the newspaper business, history, photography, and many other items.

He asked for a photograph for his publication, so I asked for a photograph for my publication.  There you go!

 

 

Claylick Loop Trail

Claylick Loop Trail

(this is post #2 of 2 for today)

I wanted to post this Gopro shot of the ridge top Clay Lick Trail to give you an idea of what the ridge top trail looks like at Greenbo.  During some sections, the ridge is wide and you can tell that it once had been small pasture lands, evidenced more by the remnant barbed wire fence that occasionally can be seen.  At other times, the ridge drops off abruptly and you can gaze out over hundreds of acres of this non glaciated Appalachian forest.  The limestone is deep here so there are no cliffs to speak of, only an occasional outcropping.  But it is beautiful to gaze out and see the rise and fall of the hollows and ridges that contain nice oak and hickory trunks.  Nothing to compare to the splendor of West Virginia, but still quite a prize in its own style.

 

 

Coffee at 3 benches

Coffee at 3 benches

Greenbo Lake State Resort Park
along the Michael Tygart Trail
Greenup County, Kentucky

Finally getting a bit of exercise this week, arm work at the gym on Wednesday and leg work on the trails at Greenbo on Thursday morning.  The ride at Greenbo was at daybreak, actually I arrived before daylight to the parking lot at the marina.  It was a brisk and cold morning, our water bottles were freezing into ice by the time we reached the ridge top section of the ride.  In this picture, Seth and Colt are watching over the hot water to brew some trail side coffee, while Colt recharges on donuts that I picked up on the way.  It was a great day to exercise, the ground was frozen solid as concrete for the first part of the ride.  At mile 6, we parted ways as they dropped off the ridge to the cars because of work commitments while I continued on for awhile.  At mile 8, I stopped and pealed off several layers of clothing, the day was warming up.  The trails at Greenbo include ridge-top tracks that catch the sun really nicely but I decided to drop down into the Pruitt Hollow area that is a nice trail leading through the old farmland that was active up until the 1950s.  So, being in a deep hollow, I found myself putting back on some of the same clothes.  I ended up with about 12 miles for the morning, a really nice way to get a workout.

 

Rings

Rings

It was a soup kind of weekend, in my opinion.  This week, it seems to be starting off the same way so go ahead and put a pot of chili on the stove.  We were out looking for chili ourselves yesterday and found plenty of nice evening shadows to admire.

 

Condemned

Condemned

I tested this image out on Instagram and it didn’t prove to be popular but it is still a favorite to me. It took me a couple visits to get the light right, there’s about a half hour window of the golden light before it dips behind the ridge and I thought the deep shadows from the front rail and the evening warm tone was needed.  I love the old aluminum awnings and the tone of the green siding, it is as though this building was hidden in plain sight, did its work in silence, then was forgotten. A workhorse that nobody gave attention to.  The sign says “Condemned”.  A metaphor for some lives.

 

Leaves at Carter Caves

Leaves at Carter Caves

We recently drove to Carter Caves to have their wonderful catfish sandwich.  The day was rainy and dull, which happens to be the type of day that we sometimes take great joy in because the parks are often deserted, or nearly so.  The feeling of natural solitude is sometimes priceless.  On this day, however, there was a wedding going on later in the day at the lodge.  We were in and out before the actual ceremony was anywhere close to occurring but the traffic did pick up.  In between showers, I stopped and tried to find some interesting leaves to add to the photo collection.  This one was interesting to me because of the lines and patterns, unfortunately I had thought a narrow depth of field would set it off but in retrospect, I needed F5.6 or perhaps F8 to make it strikingly sharp.

 

Union Church 1850

Union Church 1850

Here is a shot of an old church that is along my bike route.  The Wurtland Union Church was founded in 1850, according to the adjacent historical monument.  The sign goes on to say there was a Union Civil War camp (Camp Swiegert) located about a quarter mile from this church site, something I knew nothing about.  Here is the historical information on the camp.

 

The family green beans

The family green beans

When I was growing up, we lived out of the garden during nearly 3 seasons a year, considering the amount of canning that went on.  We raised a lot of potatoes and green beans, usually canning 100 to 150 quarts of beans.  My job was often to pick them early in the day, I think I wrote a story about that once.  The bean of choice was saved from seed each year, coming from the mountain family generations ago.  After growing up, my father quit gardening on such a large scale and lost the seed.  Last year he became curious about them and located another older family member who still saved the seed for a small patch each year.  So for the first time in decades, I found myself again picking these old time green beans.  They cooked up well, you have to use care in stringing them and they cook a bit longer but they are flavorful.

 

Storm arising on the Ohio

Storm arising on the Ohio

Feeling a bit better and some recharged, I got in a short bike ride, a nap, then ice cream at Austins.  We had an evening thunderstorm roll through again, here is a view of the river from Catlettsburg, Kentucky.

"Rub some dirt on it
Shake a fist at the dark sky
Just walk it off, son"

Hillbilly Haiku
by Tim Preston (posted on Facebook)

 

Dean Tires

Dean Tires

Raceland, Kentucky

Sunday was a nice day for a bike ride, not much traffic and nice weather for our town.  Some really great ice cream capped off the day, two chocolate variations:  chocolate peanut butter cup and chocolate brownie fudge.  Can’t beat that, cycling for ice cream rewards!