When the play pieces were gone we used whatever we could find, and played as many cards as we could. A handful of old buttons, obviously recycled from old garments, placed on some scrap booking paper…and it all takes me back to playing games for hours on end.
Then there was that annoying song we sang at camp, “There was a farmer had dog and Bingo was his namo. B-I-N-G-O….”
I think we sang it long enough to drive our parents nuts.
You can thank me later from making that song stay in your head.
I was fortunate to be part of a photo walk in downtown Lima last week that allowed us to go inside this fabulous old bank building. I was really interested in seeing the old stained glass window, because you can’t see it from the outside since it is protected by an opaque window.
Some of you who are reading this are from Lima and have probably been inside this bank when it was open and flourishing. I would love to hear your stories of what it was like.
The detail on the ceiling was the most impressive part for me. The colors, the detail, the little lady sitting up there in the corner looking down at all the transactions taking place. I know that the owner is in the process of restoring this place…a tremendous undertaking, well worth it.
And there is more to the story of this great structure….
“Aside from its importance as a historic site, the First National Bank and Trust Building plays a leading part in local ornithology: the building is a nesting site for Peregrine Falcons and is part of the Midwest Peregrine Falcon Restoration Project.”
You can read more about this building here.
In my previous post I showed you images of the train that we were able to ride last Sunday. You can read more about it here on their website.
Sitting in the passenger car, traveling maybe 30 miles an hour, moving through wooded areas and passing the backyards of a small town, we could hear and feel the sounds of that engine, the rhythm of the wheels on the track. Beyond the windows the world seemed to crawl by. We could look toward the engine and see the billows of smoke coming from the stack. And a Conductor came through and punched our tickets.
My daughter was able to enjoy a quiet moment while her husband and son were on another part of the train. Like her, I’m drawn to the view out the window, the blur of the woods as we glide by, and I wonder….what could be around that bend.
May your day be filled with cool breezes and a moment to relax.
Each image process in Light Room 3.
This past weekend at one of our local parks there was the annual demonstration of spring plowing, using draft horses and older methods of tilling the soil. This photo is from that event. (If you would like to see more images of this click on the Flickr link tool on the side of this page.)
At the Allen County Farm Park there is a field set aside for this, and part of it has already been planted with oats. One horse owner there told us that the ground was pretty dry and was difficult to plow very deep. It was really interesting to see the horses and their owners working together to plow, then to be able to talk to them, pet the horses, and, of course, take photos.
What impressed me was learning that at least one of the owners said he still uses his team of draft horses to plow land at his own farm. I’ve thought of that ever since then. Do we try to always grab the newest technology, the newest fad, or do we hang on to what has worked well? If one of those new ways is faster but takes away from that contact with nature, is it worth it? If we could go back to a tried and true method that worked in the past, what would that mean for us today?
I’ll leave you with those thoughts, and one more image from the day.
(These images were taken with my 50mm f/1.8 lens.)