Sunday, November 26, 2017
Goes to Church
It was one of those "never thought I would see this" experiences.
As dawn broke today Brian and Kate showed up, the three of us loaded my Jon boat in their truck, and they were off to deliver it to our Storyside Church.
Ethan Boggs, our Executive Pastor, made good use of it during his message which was part of the church's year-long study of the Book of John. Today's topic dealt with getting out of your boat and swimming to God.
This was just one more tiny sample of the church's continuous vibrancy in delivering Christian messages with down-to-earth, understandable relevance.
Saturday, November 11, 2017
It is not uncommon to see variations in yield in nut trees from year to year but I have never seen walnut production of this kind in the 24 years I have lived here.
This little trailer is about 30 x 40" by 12" deep. If this load were leveled the trailer would be F.U.L.L.
And, every bit of this load came from one tree in the middle of my only grassy yard area.
I'm not sure how many walnut trees I have but there are two or three out along my township road. Passing traffic ground up those nuts and their black-as-ink, decaying fluid made the tar-and-chip road surface look like newly paved and polished asphalt.
There is another nice walnut tree below the dam but its yield was conveniently dumped in the weeds and didn't require my attention.
I tried raking and I tried shoveling but nothing worked as well as bending over about a thousand times and picking these things up by hand, one-by-one. I worked as long as my 77 year young muscles would allow each day and it took three of them to amass this harvest.
You can see a tiny piece of the pond in the left background and the lower deck is cantilevered over the pond's west bank. The stairs visible under the deck deliver folks to the boat dock.
(Remember, you can left click on the photo to see a larger image).
I was able to dump these in a nearby weedy area where an army of composting-critters (say, bacteria) will go to work and transform this messy pile of woodsy detritus into fresh top-soil by Springtime.
Except, of course, the nuts ambushed by raiding squirrels who will apply their own special form of composting over the Winter.
And, so it goes!
Monday, October 23, 2017
COLUMBUS METRO PARKS--
2017 Geotrail Season Wrap-up
You can tell the Columbus park system is a classy operation by the quality of this pavilion in their Homestead Park. Geocachers from a wide area gathered there for munchies and this annual program recently, the highlight of which was the awarding of much sought-after Geo Coins in this popular, geo-trail event.
Earlier in the year about 20 geocaches were hidden, mostly at the rate of one per park. After those hides are published on Geocaching.com the hunt is on. As cachers found the caches they had to make note of a code word found in the hidden cache's containers and record that word on their entry forms.
This year geocachers had to find 15 correct code words in order to receive one of the much sought-after, 200 coins available.
There are two ladies in white sweaters, left center of the photo. That's my partner, Sue (Skagway071) talking to caching friends Bill (Lighthouse Nuts in the blue t-shirt) and his wife Diane to his right.
Monikers like Skagway071 and Lighthouse Nuts are names cachers are known by when they sign logs of caches they find. The Lighthouse Nuts live in the Westerville area. The other lady in white behind Sue is Linda from Marion who is known as CoolJ. To Linda's right her partner, Mike aka Gabby200, lives in Columbus.
The six of us along with another couple that lives in the Sunbury area often participate in caching activities like this around OH. In an amazing coincidence we also assemble ourselves as a team since we discovered ourselves all wintering fairly close together in Florida.
FWIW I just logged my 5,600th cache in just a little over 5 years of caching and Sue is closing-in on #5,000 quite quickly.
Can you sense our passion for the activity?
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I forgot to publish this post; a brain cramp that appears to becoming more prevalent as age consumes me. Yesterday at a birthday celebration I noticed my cell phone had disappeared from its belt holster. Good Grief, I announced and launched a search. It was in my shirt pocket. 😊
Sue has since surpassed 5,000 finds.
This is the kind of thing my dozing brain concocts late at night when sleep is elusive. I had the cellphone lying on the munching bar while I enjoyed late night radio and was fiddling with the front and back viewing control on the phone's camera.
I was rewarded with a hint of what this image could become.
Hand-holding the phone up to about a foot or so from the bottom of the subject, I made this exposure of a small, leaded glass chandelier as seen from directly below.
I first believed the perimeter panels were sloping into the composition toward the center.
Then, after a couple more hours of sleep and with daylight approaching I took another peek at the image and then concluded the perimeter panels are sloping out from the center of the composition.
...until I went and looked at the actual subject and found the perimeter panels are hanging exactly vertical to the horizon.
Actually, this is another example of one's changing perspective making radical changes in the outcome of the image.
We all know railroad tracks, for example, run parallel to each other but if you stand between them and look toward the horizon you will note they appear to converge.
This image is a pint-sized version of that visual phenomenon with a little optical illusion thrown in.
Late in this mental exercise I noticed a malady had crept into my creation. One of the five light bulbs was burned out.
I'm sure when the PhD's in the crowd get done wrestling with the geometric nuances of the photo the other PhD's (the philosopher variety) will have tomes of analyses/analyzes dancing merrily through their heads on the meaning of there always seeming to be a confrontational malady present in life.
Egad. Time to go back to bed!
Sunday, September 17, 2017
Wednesday, September 13, 2017
TRIUMPHANT CONSECUTIVE WINS--
Who knows where this stunning performance will end but, at this rate this year's world series could be an anti-climax.
The Indians tied the American League record of 20 consecutive wins at their home field Tuesday night, September 12th with a 2-0 victory over the Tigers.
I enjoyed Tuesday night's game with a group of folks from my Bellville church; Storyside and hosted by our lead pastor Micah Pelky, second from left below.
The Progressive Field, Tuesday night photo (top) was done from our seats in left field with my cell phone's panorama feature.
Saturday, September 9, 2017
SOOTHING TO THE SOUL--
A hungry bird's approach to my feeder this sunny and still morning gave me reason to be thankful to God for the quietude just outside my computer room's window.
The background is the surface of my acre and a half pond.
The photo was done through two panes of window glass with a Canon Rebel digital, single lens, reflex camera and Canon's marvelous 70-200 mm, 1:2.8 L IS USM lens. The camera was hand-held with my elbows propped on a desktop using a manual exposure of 1/400 sec., F 5.6 at ISO 400.
With the lens focused on the feeder and the window glass very close to the camera, that closeness and the lense's shallow depth of field rendered any imperfections in or on the glass invisible by being completely out of focus.
The shutter speed was short enough to arrest fuzziness from any camera movement but not so short to arrest motion in the bird's wings. The F 5.6 aperture was slightly underexposed but made a pleasing image under the harsh, back lighting.
I watched the alignment of my composition through the viewfinder with my right eye and winked quickly back and forth to watching the activity surrounding the feeder with my left eye. That way I could see the bird's flight in time to trip the shutter before it landed at the feeder while maintaining accurate camera alignment.
A tripod would be a wise choice for less experienced photographers under these conditions.
I'm not sure of the identity of the bird but White Breasted Nuthatches, Chickadees (SP) and Tufted Titmice were present in abundance. The parenthetical SP means it could be either a Black Capped or Carolina Chickadee because we are directly on the line between the ranges of those two birds. They are hard to tell apart but local birding experts tell me we likely are seeing the Black Capped variety here.
A delightful side effect to this frenzied feeder activity involves momma Wild Turkey and her brood of three, half-grown youngsters showing up multiple times daily to clean up the mess of dropped seeds created by her smaller avian friends.
Life is good! 😊