an end of May gathering of places from here and there

post #492
       I seem recently to have been gifted with several fine photos from friends, and I thought sharing them in this post would be fun -- especially during such a rough period for our wounded world. I also have a few of ones I thought I had already shared but now I see I haven't -- until now. and a few of the daisy ones I have been unable to resist trying.

      Without further ado:

Melva's PUSH PLOW, seeding the garden in her back yard. I'm so glad she made this photo! She can grow anything, actually. I had never seen this plow in use, however. The one we used to have wasn't as picturesque as this one. Melva's a poet as well, and I think this photo is a proper metaphor for the hard work she does as well with paper and pen....

Here in another back yard photo, this time in Denver, are two Safe at Home kids running into each other over and over and over again, using up endless energy.  I would post the video this came from, but am not skillful with such tasks. Thank you, E, for providing this single image. I sure miss visits with  my family there.

A German friend has this spectacular garden behind their house near Dusseldorf. He says this is the view that he looks at from the backyard deck while using his laptop. Thank you, Juergen, for this loveliness from across "the pond."

Some flower shots, this one is "Down with a Dandelion."

big year for daisies!!

Is this Mrs. Red--Winged Blackbird??? 

last week the ride from the barn, today the barn by itself

post #441
          I have kind of a fascination with Gary's barn.  I've posted photos in the past from when Jonathan was renovating the building.  Yesterday -- the week after the memorial ride I posted about last time -- I stopped by to make some more barn photos. Jonathan happened to be there, after feeding all the cattle and the horses! It turned out that this had been the day he separated the calves from their moms. These calves were in the barn but not at all in the mood to have their photo taken.  But the horses were in the barn as well, and they were delighted to stand around contentedly. Perhaps my presence was like desert.... (That's a joke..)
             The light for making photos (bright sun) wasn't as good yesterday as it was before the memorial ride (some cloud cover) but anyway, here are some of my takes, so to speak.

 inside the barn, with Jonathan

The oldest horse, Tiffany but nicknamed Tiff, is around 30 years old and beloved:
 

Tiff is mom to the bigger horse next to her, and I think the dark colored horse is Tiff's granddaughter:

 

my only half decent photo of some of the calves, looking huge to me:

  The repaired roof amazes me. What a piece of work. Bravo, Jonathan!

 storage area -- the old plow, now in the rafters:

 looking back toward the shed and the house:

      The last photo, of the door on that shed, is an attempt at art -- the door has been in use for over 50 years. Everyone realizes it needs to be replaced, but it is latched in place with memories and stories:

Some things are like old friends, and we get attached and even defined by the familiar despite the changes of aging....

barn moments, part 2 of the second visit

post #340
         I have returned from Indiana -- home today after a whole week away -- and now I get to share the rest of the photos from that overcast afternoon in Jonathan's barn.  They are partly a record, partly intriguing, and partly just visually interesting to me. 
         At the same time, I'm eager to see what progress has been made while I've been gone. 

refiguring the posts, one by one

homemade plow handles

lumber to be reused

the new side to replace the weathered side

And nearby is Annie and Jean's root cellar, with over 50 years of use.

   Two final photos for tonight, 1) a view of where some neighbors live, and 2) my granddaughter -- unsolicited -- making like a Minnie Adkins rooster outside the Kentucky Folk Art Center in Morehead, Kentucky.

        Note: When I can, I have decided to add a grandchild photo to every post, as a kind of acknowledgement of the next generation -- for whom we should be making the world better, every day.