To catch up since yesterday’s post was terribly early, weather issues arose, and we changed our plans to scoot a day early from the Midwest ahead of the…(pause)…pending…(pause)…snowpocalypse.
All too early, we tore ourselves away and headed off into the darkness, (of course) with our night-person at the wheel (yawn).
Today, we arose to brilliant sunshine sparkling across fresh (almost but not quite new) snow, belying the weather system to the west and moving east.
Once again, we turned our collective (personal plus vehicular) noses southward and motored toward the Ohio River.
The Guru suggested a diversion to visit the infamous Golden Lamb Inn, Ohio’s oldest hotel and Ohio’s longest still-operating business. We found it terribly quiet, which meant we could check out all but one of the guest rooms, as well as all the dining rooms, and the pub. I found the light streaming in the windows dramatic, and difficult to photograph in keep-moving snapshot mode.
As you can tell from this trundle bed. Photographed through glass. Which didn’t help.
We made another detour mid-day in Cincinnati, but perhaps the Guru will write about that. I enjoyed it immensely. Short version: the television business is continuing its revolution, and I’m very glad that some excellent people are able to stay in place and wisely guide its ethics, aesthetics, and community involvement.