OUR TEN FAVORITE PHOTOS FOR 2009--

It is difficult to distill a year's worth of photos into 10 favorites. In fact, chances are very good doing this job at another time could result in different choices. Nevertheless, here they are in only somewhat random order. Choices also were made to present a balanced panel of images crossing the wide spectrum of photographic techniques. We hope you enjoy this review as much as we enjoyed the year in which they were created.

--Terry

I like to think of the above picture as an enchanting image with the sun's rays painting this rocky slice of geologic time at Old Man's Cave in the Hocking Hills. Lady friend Sue and I enjoyed the solitude of this moment; reflected nicely by her being a singular, human presence in the composition.

A Great Spangled Fritillary very cooperatively enjoyed breakfast on these Canada Thistles early one morning along the driveway. Much of the sizzle in this picture comes from the critter's being backlit by strong sunlight. Exposure was carefully adjusted to avoid over-exposure which under exposed the background of fairly dark pine needles, rendering them black. Sometimes it really pays to tote the camera along.

This picture was done with a macro lens likely just inches from the water droplet on the leaf. The lens was set to shoot at a distance that made a nice composition then the camera was moved very gently back and forth until super sharp focus was achieved. Note the very shallow depth of field (plane of sharp focus). This is a 100 mm digital lens, very close to the subject with a fairly wide aperture--all of which choices minimize depth of field--a useful creative tool.

This picture succeeds because it pushes the limits. I zoomed the 200 mm digital lens and took a light reading of the spot lit area of the arena. The exposure was done at 1/20th of a second at f/5.6 and an ISO of 800. I panned the camera at precisely the speed the horse was running as the shutter was released. It helped to be witnessing some exquisite horsemanship at a premier horseshow in Columbus.

Just a post-card like view of the Shenandoah Valley from high above along the Appalachian Trail. Anyone with a point and shoot camera could make nice images here. The biggest challenge is getting to the higher elevations with hiking being the principal means of locomotion.

I like caves. This one is in the LuRay Caverns of Virginia and shows how nicely the sense of light and dark can be maintained with the proper exposure without the flash. I hand-held this shot at 1/8th second, f/4.5 and ISO of 1600 by sitting on the floor and solidly supporting the camera on my upright knee--and squeezing the shutter release.

I liked the choreography of the Canada Goose flight juxtaposed over the real violence of the bird's defense of its breeding territory which was actually taking place at the moment. The shutter speed of 1/400th of a second was sufficient to stop the bird but left it's wings a blur suggesting the speed of its flight.

A wise Snowy Owl. He was more concerned about the apparition with the big "eye" staring at him (me) than the nice things his handler was telling the crowd about his habits and habitat. The photo also serves to illustrate the easiest way most photos can be improved. Get up close and crop all extraneous stuff from your composition.

The neon tube was part of a permanent display at the Columbus Museum of Art. I was enjoying its very simple light, shape and color when this fellow crudely stopped in front of me and pondered the display with a p0nderous shake of the head. I could imagine hearing the exclamation "Duh...". Me too, pal! Not the display, rather, his dose of uncivilized behavior.

I included this photo because it takes a peek at the gritty side of life. Those are the hooves of a calf trying to be born. The rope is attached to a winch which itself is secured to a barn post. I'm not sure of the intent of the farmer's phone call. Is he discussing this perplexing challenge with a veterinarian, or, does the photo reflect a certain casualness that some folks might find uncomfortable under the circumstances?

OUR ANNUAL VACATION--

Fogeyisms will be taking some time off for a leisurely visit with friends and family in Florida. Coming up Thursday will be our annual selection of our favorite photos from the past year. There may or may not be anything else published until we return. Hopefully we will have some reports on frolicking on sun-drenched beaches intermingled with musings of other sub-tropical adventures.

Then again, we may do absolutely nothing but relax on a beach somewhere down there and ponder sea shells, or other visual delicacies. Please stay tuned.

MERRY CHRISTMAS--

Please accept this image as our way of wishing you the very best during the holiday season and throughout next year. The picture was made at Kingwood Center last year and is a photo of a Christmas tree done entirely with gold decorations. The unusual photo effect is the result of zooming the lens during a slow exposure. --Terry

CHRISTMAS--
at Malabar Farm

A tour guide at Malabar Farm shows guests through the bedroom once used as the homeymoon suite by Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall after their marriage there in May of 1945.

That wedding remains as one of the premier social events ever to take place in the Mansfield area.

Visitors were participating in a holiday open house one recent weekend at the former home of Pulitizer Prize-winning author Louis Bromfield. Guides indicated the Bogart's would recognize the room yet today as it was decororated just as it appeared in 1945. 

TWO GEEZERS, TWO BIKES,
A GYM AND A GOAL--

There are a couple of stories loitering in today’s blog.

One involves two aging geezers who are starting to push the envelope a wee bit—and enjoying every minute of it.

You see, about 4 years ago I rode my bicycle 65 miles one day during the week I turned 65. Now, already, birthday number 70 is coming up next fall and I want to do the same thing; 70 miles of bicycling one day near my 70th birthday.

This time I will have a serious riding companion in the form of Ken Johnson of Bellville who turns 70 just a week or so behind me and who eagerly embraced sharing the ride.

We just discovered this mutual interest so we are embarking on a conditioning program in preparation for the challenge it represents--especially for me.

Ohio winters pretty much shut down comfortable bike riding from now until those first mild days of spring so our task is to not only retrain our current level of conditioning but build on it so we can tackle the endurance venture we have set for ourselves.

This brings me to the second story here. Ken has a miniature version of a fitness club of his own in his basement. And, while it contains some very spiffy exercise hardware, lots of our planned conditioning work will involve very simple exercise tools like most of us already have or can easily concoct around the house.

That’s story number 2.

The heart of Ken’s fitness gym is a multi-purpose contraption. It can exercise about everything you want exercised. From a web site of similar appliances I discovered a modern home gym could cost easily $850 or more. Lots more.

Toss in a weight bench and a set of weights, a rowing machine and, well, you get the picture.

We will gladly take advantage of Ken’s machinery as we launch our conditioning program. But, lots of exercise also will be done with home-contrived appliances which he also has in abundance.

There’s a pulley hung from a floor joist with a bar on one end and adjustable weight loads on the other, for example. There are lots of exercise contortions possible with that rig alone.

How about his simple set of steps where we can climb, or stand still and flex our antique, Achilles tendons, both till our heart’s content?

A simple rubber line with handles around a pole allows lots of exercise to happen; inexpensively.

Then, picture this: a short rod with hand grips and free turning wheels in the middle. Just get down on your knees with the wheeled gadget rolling slowly away from your outstretched arms—but don’t touch the floor with your body. Then pull yourself back up onto your knees. Think of push-ups with a wheel on a stick.

Think of pain.

When you get good at that exercise, imagine trying it with just your toes and the wheel touching the floor.

So, there you have it; a couple of geriatric adolescents launching on a mildly improbable goal for senior citizens with an eclectic mix of hardware at our disposal.

We hope you will come along for the ride. Vicariously, of course.

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Ken Johnson shows this rookie (top photo) the technique of exercising with his wheel-on-a-stick. That’s a name I imagined as I began to realize how challenging it was going to be duplicating his demonstration.

In the lower photo he is using his home gym machine to replicate sit-ups; a marvelous exercise for those troubling bulges that appear around the waistline when we are not otherwise careful.

Bicycling companion Ken Johnson of Bellville is the picture of pleasure as he glides through innumerable repetitions of stair-stepping on his exercise machine. While Ken is in excellent condition, this rookie to formal exercise is launching on a conditioning regimen aimed at the two of us completing 70 mile bike rides when we turn 70 within weeks of each other next October. Please tune in Saturday and begin the adventure with us.

INTERNATIONAL SPACE STATION--

The space shuttle Atlantis recently completed a 12 day mission to the space station; resupplying and delivering spare parts. As the shuttle departed the station they took the image above. Visible are numerous modules (crew work and living areas), the trusses that hold the station together and the long, wing-like solar panels that provide power.

The station continues to be home to five astronauts representing NASA, the European Space Agency, the Russian Federal Space Agency and the Canadian Space Agency. It orbits the Earth 17 times each day at an altitude of 250 miles on average. The curvature of the Earth is visible in the background.

This view (above) is looking north at the Mansfield Blockhouse, newly renovated in South Park on the city’s west side. In the lower photo, Bob Carter (left) shares his ample knowledge of the blockhouse’s history with visitors during a recent Sunday open-house.

THE MANSFIELD BLOCKHOUSE—
And a peek at our early history

On the 13th of August 1812 Levi Jones, a storekeeper in Mansfield, after helping with some land clearing east of town and walking home, was attacked and shot by Indians. Friends heard the commotion of the attack and found Jones dead on a trail through the woods.

He also had been stabbed and scalped.

When news of this killing reached town, “All the inhabitants immediately took refuge in the blockhouse.”

At sundown that day, a volunteer named John Chapman, bareheaded and barefooted headed toward Mt. Vernon to summon help. He was better known as Johnny Appleseed.

After the war of 1812, the blockhouse, then located near the present site of the court house, was serving both as a court room and a jail. By 1827 Mansfield’s population had increased from the eight or nine families that were reported to be here in 1810 and plans were laid for the construction of a new courthouse on the town square.

When Johnny Appleseed made his run through the woods to Mt. Vernon only a trail existed between Mansfield and there.

Lewis Leedy wrote about his life here in those days. “Wild animals were plenty,” he explained. “We had difficulty to keep the wolves from killing old dog Bounce. We frequently had to get up and chase them from our wigwam and wagon.”

“Bears, deer, wildcats, coons, opossums, skunks, rattlesnakes, copperheads, and snakes generally were plenty....” **

Remnants of that original blockhouse remain a noticeable part of the renovated blockhouse that stands to this day in the city’s South Park.

During a recent open house celebration of the renovation it was a moving experience to watch local historian Bob Carter point to the actual logs that remain as part of the renovated structure.

Imagine, if you will, those hand-hewn timbers actually being witness to the earliest history of Mansfield’s existence.

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**A Pioneer History of Richland County, Ohio by Gen. Roeliff Brinkerhoff, Mary Jane Henney, Ed. Published by the Richland County Chapter of the Ohio Genealogical Society, 1993.

A NICE TIME TO REMEMBER--

Recently, the Richland County Chapter of the Ohio Genealogical Society hosted an open house to celebrate the reconstruction of the Mansfield Block House. It now sits in a more visible location in South Park, can be seen from Brinkerhoff Ave, and is just south of the park's picnic pavilion. While it is not generally open to visitors it remains an historical, visual treat.

Members of the society, some in period costume, hosted visitors during the openhouse (top photo) while historian Bob Carter (small photo) told guests of the block houses' history. Please stop by Saturday for our story about the event.

GOOD MORNING EARTH--

This stunning view of the International Space Station was shot by astronauts from the space shuttle during its recent re-supply mission. The sun creates hexagonal lens flares as it sparkles through the blackness of space and highlights the curvature of the earth which arcs through the horizontal center of the image.

The flat panels extending to the right of the image are part of the station's solar arrays which capture the sunlight and provide power to the station. The large, tube-shaped structure in the lower left is part of the main body of the space station where the crew lives and works.

Overall the station is often described as being about the size of a football field. The sky is black because of the absence of any of earth's atmosphere at this altitude of some 250 miles above our planet. The blue sky we are accustomed to seeing on sunny days on Earth is the result of sunlight refracting through the water vapor in that atmosphere. (Photo by STS-129 Crew/NASA)

Explosive fire boils from the chamber of a 12 gauge Benelli shotgun as Traci hits a “bird” in the sport of hand-thrown clay pigeon shooting. Note the spent shotgun shell appearing to fly just above her head. Brother Eric is pictured (below) as he pulverizes one of his many birds that day. That’s his spent cartridge flying above the gun’s muzzle while a puff of dust and some bits of the peppered clay target are visible to the far right.

DOWN ON THE OLE FARMSTEAD—
And the ageless sport of clay “pigeon” shooting

I could imagine Normal Rockwell smiling as he contemplated the scene.

The setting was deep in the rolling hills of sparsely populated Perry County where this old farmstead was still the dwelling of family with several lifetimes of memories there.

It was Thanksgiving Day and the kitchen oozed that potpourri of smells a Pilgrim would write home about.

Sister Patsy was the host that day and Sue, my lady friend, and I plus Sue’s grown son Eric and her daughter Traci with grand daughter Makenna were the lucky guests for a traditional celebration.

Earlier that morning Makenna and I hoofed it about a ½ mile up the gravel road and delivered a newspaper Patsy shares with the neighbor fellow. They do things like that down in those hills.

After dinner and an abridged nap by yours truly I joined both generations of younger folk as we toted a pair of shotguns and a box of clay pigeons to a nearby field where we reviewed rules of shooting safety, and, techniques of actually hitting the clay targets in flight.

Eric pawed the weeds with his toe as he apologized for forgetting the target thrower then redeemed himself with an admirable job of pitching the birds by hand.

Tracy and I blazed away in rotating groups of three shots then I made a feeble effort to toss the targets so Eric could enjoy a few cycles of this enjoyable shooting sport.

Turned out he was better at throwing them himself, then shouldering his shotgun and pulverizing the clay targets at a highly commendable rate.

In fact, while we didn’t keep actual count, Tracy was smacking the “birds” at a very high rate of hits herself—an outstanding feat for a lady with zero recent practice.

She reluctantly admitted Eric probably did hit more than she did.

Me? The only thing I managed to shoot was, well, the shotgun.

Makenna, 11, even took a whack at her first ever attempt to hit a clay pigeon. It took her several minutes to forgive us for the thump of recoil that was a bit more than she expected.

But, it wasn’t long until we were warming up inside.

Makenna was sharing her modeling clay creations with her appreciative audience.

And, we spent my first Thanksgiving in recent memory—without a football game on a TV.

Can’t wait to be invited back next year.

The small inset photo is a close up view of a clay pigeon. The little "birds" are made of very fragile, baked clay-like material and resemble a Frisbee of about 4" diameter. When thrown, usually by a machine, they sail through the air and explode when hit by shotgun pellets.

Traci and daughter Makenna, 11, my ladyfriend Sue's daughter and grand daughter anticipate the roar of the shotgun as Makenna had her first experience shooting at a family farmstead on Thanksgiving Day. Please stop by Saturday while Fogeyisms takes a peek at this marvelous substitute for television on that delightful holiday.

GRANDPA
CATTAIL--

Max and I were enjoying a sun drenched hike around the pond one recent day when the image of the cattail jumped into my camera.

We decided this one must be a grandpa with its glowing white whiskers. In a botanical sense it is. This is the age when the sausage-like flower disintegrates into dense, cottony fluff from which the seeds disperse into the wind.

Human grandpas sometimes sense a similar disintegration at this stage of the life cycle—don’t we, grandpas?

Typha, as the plant genus is known, exists mostly in the Northern Hemisphere and is known to the British as bullrush.

The cattail plant has a wide variety of parts that are edible by humans. The rhizomes (roots) are a pleasant, nutritious and energy-rich food source; or so they say.

The disintegrating heads are used by some birds to line their nests. An Indian name for Typha meant, “Fruit for papoose’s bed.”

The plant also can be used as a source of ethanol in fuel.

It spreads rapidly around ponds and lakes and is an important part of the process of open water bodies being converted to vegetated marshland and eventually dry land.

The cattail plant should not be confused with the phrase cat o’ nine tail which is a type of multi-tailed (nine to be exact) whipping device that originated as an implement for severe physical punishment in the British army and navy.

Ain’t it amazing what you sometimes learn when you stumble over a bit of visual curiosity.