Playing with phone apps, digital paintings from photographs.
Eating outside at the what we call the fancy Taco Bell, we’ve experienced all the changing seasons many times. Usually at the same table until later in the year when the cold and the low lying evening sun makes us retreat to one of the warmer tables on the edge of the dining area. It’s a nice place to go to, even in spite of the fast food fare, usually it’s vacant and you could trick yourself in thinking that you were somewhere special, perhaps at a nice dining area hidden away where nobody has found it yet. Won’t be long until the lady is all wrapped up for winter, or maybe carted away for storage again.
One of my favorite trees is the Shellbark Hickory, often called the Shagbark Hickory. They are fairly common in our area, you can especially find them on the park and I love to stop and admire a good specimen. Nevertheless, Wikipedia states they are uncommon across their range and only found as wild trees because the long taproot makes it nearly impossible to transplant.
Here’s another shot with the Prisma app, not everyone’s cup of tea I know but maybe my most successful faux painting to date and I’ve tried a number of programs/apps over the years. The story is this: I’ve been feeling really poorly but after a checkup, a good bill of health was received. So what do you do? Go have donuts and think about it. With the fine fall weather upon us, I thought I’d just bite the bullet and see how a trail ride feels. It was a magic cup of tea, I think it could pull anyone up and out of the doldrums. So when a good friend complained of the same thing, I agreed: trips to the YMCA or your particular favorite type of body movement might just be the ticket.
This shot was at the old backwoods Boy Scout camping area of the local park I bike at (which is the 2nd biggest in Kentucky). It takes on the abandoned look periodically, I’ve witnessed this a number of times and I’ve been coming here since I was a young teenager (though by foot back then). A very good picnic table survives and I’ve purchased a tiny inexpensive backpacking stove, the plan being to bike into the back area of the park and brew up coffee during cold fall and winter mornings. We did this a few times last year with a couple of friends and had a nice time, it always helps to have a destination and a purpose when you are aiming at exercise.
Hope your week is starting off well. I’ll lay off the faux painting apps a bit (or maybe not, I’m a sucker for ’em).
A mile slow or a mile fast is always a
mile. Enjoy the scenery….
(from the local bike
club Facebook discussions)
“Like anything, the more you learn the more
you’ll become aware how much you do not
know about what you do not know.”
(heard on The Online Photographer)
Waiting out a recent rainstorm at Bittersweet Coffee in Huntington, West Virginia. The place has a really nice coffee-house feel to it, relaxing.
Jim’s Steak and Spaghetti
Huntington, West Virginia
We were at Jim’s for lunch yesterday, sat at the counter. The best seat in the house. It had been awhile since I have had the cheeseburger on toast, a unique and great sandwich.
A confusion of communication left me waiting and looking at my shoes for awhile.
Being a bit artsy-fartsy with the Gopro, admiring the confusion of posters and reflections in the window of the storefront.
Greenup County, Kentucky
Nothing but me and the wind on top of the ridge today, but after dropping into the valley, I had two nice conversations. The first one was with an interesting fellow who lives on a sailboat, does ball room dancing, and rides a titanium Lightspeed road bike. Next guy was equally interesting and we discussed fly hatches, fly rod details, and house flipping. All in all, a most wonderful outing, 12 miles total.
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.
I’m hoping to focus some on fitness for the next couple of weeks so you might see more biking shots for awhile.
Here is the Ice Cream Truck fat bike going down the ridge-top. This bike reminds me of the old family stories of the legendary horse named Fred. Fred was big and heavy and strong and smart, but he was a bit of a stubborn one.
As the family stories go, Old Fred had people he hated and people he loved, and all kids fell in that last category. He could teach a kid to plow a garden all on his own. Just tell the kid to hold onto the reins and Fred would correct any mistake and before long, the garden was ready and the kid knew exactly what to do.
That’s the way with this bike, just point and pedal and it rolls over and around all sorts of stuff that makes you feel superhuman and a rock star. I think I’ve learned a lot from it in a short while. Hit a hill, though, and these tired old legs feel every year they’ve walked on the earth and I can hardly make it up it.
Next trip out might be on the modern plastic-like bike that zooms up the hill but is liable to break your neck rather than teach you anything, as I found out last fall.
I ride past this old garage when I follow the local bike route and always admire the doors. For this image, I made a very subtle composite photo, so subtle that you might miss it. Image #1 is the bike leaning against the garage. Image #2 is a closeup of a shirt that has bicycles on it. Both of the images were shot and processed on the phone with the 2nd image being layered over Image #1 with a blend mode. Something different though not entirely a success.
Out for a Saturday morning bicycle ride. The phone forcast said zero chance of rain but I was a doubter. The skies threatened for the entire 20 miles but not a drop. Here is a cellphone pano from the city park, our bridge has its days numbered, the new one is stretching across the Ohio a bit more each weeek.
Greenbo Lake State Resort Park
Greenup County, Kentucky
It’s the anniversary of this website, 11 years completed now. There are a few earlier years still not restored to the archives but I’ll get to it eventually. But first, about today’s image.
As you know, we have been subjected to storms and rain nearly every day. The trails at Greenbo, however, have a reputation for drying fairly quickly, so I took the window of opportunity to ride the bike before the latest storms hit. Had a great ride, about 7 miles with the first half being darker and sort of spooky, lots of spiders, whereas the last half was on the ridgetop and more uplifting. Having hiked this park since a teenager and worked there for a few years, it always feels like home and lots of fun.
So, I don’t for a minute take for granted the health and ability of biking these trails without too many aches and pains.
I started this blog in 2004, not intending to go this long. The original idea was to develop a visual daily journal with a community of family and friends as viewers, to foster discussions through comments. That was the days before Facebook and the days before endless spam comments. Didn’t turn out exactly as originally planned but perhaps better in other ways that I had not anticipated. I’ve met really nice folks along the way and made long lasting friendships because of these pages. Even more than that, the photography has given me a reason to look at the surroundings in another way and to be forced to pay attention when I wouldn’t have otherwise. For a fellow who is full of many regrets, I am glad I have spent the time in doing this blog as the payback was well worth it.
Thanks for viewing.
Jeff Ball checks the bicycle GPS in hopes that we have not missed our turn, something that still strikes me as being somewhat of a modern day miracle that Lewis and Clarke could not possibly have envisioned.
"Enlarge your capacity for wonder, Harris."