Musings

We sped south through Michigan on the optimal route; however, in Findlay, Ohio, we opted for the parallel US highway, Route 68, which allowed us to avoid Cincinnati. Here’re some random scenes from central and southern Ohio….

This photo was intended to be about the architectural detail on that far building, but the fountain stole the shot, methinks. Bellefontaine, locally pronounced bell-fountain.

West Liberty. Lucky me that the biker appeared.

Inbound in Urbana, we saw this chopper, and its coffee shop, named Huey’s, of course.

On the south side of Urbana, we spotted this convocation of…chopper riders, the motorcycle kind. I’m guessing it was some kind of prayer gathering; it’s Sunday, after all.

My parents met in Yellow Springs, and I understand that, at least for a time, my dad worked Saturday nights in a bar there…perhaps this one.

We crossed the Ohio on the “new” bridge north of Maysville, and continued on US-68 to Paris, then we turned south on KY-627, a bucolic route that winds between stone fences and horse pastures that we discovered not too long ago, when we were northbound and avoiding traffic snarls in Lexington.

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This morning was about the mist/groundfog.

It rose from the lake.

And was lit by rays in the orchard.

It faded in the field, an hour and a half after the first photo.

Yet was still rising off the lake, but only to the right.

Here’s the plus one, The Bridge outlined with multicolored lights.

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Largest crape myrtles I’ve seen in…forever? And in a rest area. [In North Carolina.]

I found this building very confusing. No doors faced the parking area. None. And no signs. Yes, it’s bathrooms, with a door to a womens and mens on each side…. Not that you can tell from here. [In South Carolina.]

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Somebody knows we’re leaving, and his new perch is going with us….

Just after I took this bee picture, and smiling, friendly older fellow in a dashing panama who was stretching his legs nearby invited me to do a few samba steps. It may sound like it could have been creepy, but it wasn’t at all. He gave a little bow and a thank you afterwards. I thanked him back.

We crossed a few rivers—this is over the Hudson—

…and passed through many states (New England proportions, not Midwest and Western). Yawn.

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Cat-rise. 6:15am.

Display of unusable glass-blowing forms, Quechee.

Dam and covered bridge adjacent to glass-blowing operation (in old mill building, I assume), Ottauquechee River, Quechee.

1802 turnpike end marker, Woodstock.

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Lighthouse sequence. The structure is on the end of a breakwater at the mouth of the Manistique River. It is 35 ft tall and made of steel. It was first lit in 1916, and automated in 1969. Safety first.

Wide angle.

Wide, with red osier dogwood in foreground.

Not so wide, with sign and seagull (or tern or whatever it is; we always called them gulls).

We encountered wet roads, then rain, on our return drive; however, no rain fell here at the cottage, sadly.

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One great blue heron, two mallards (left).

Two turtles, two fish.

Two-part building.

Old Fourth Ward Park includes a flood-water pond that retains water year-round, presently green with algae. These days, tall buildings mostly surround it.

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Shall we ponder the contrasts between the angles and the shapes they outline, and the organic shapes of the twigs through the glass?

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I find it always special when I’m rolling along a mountain road and find a pull-off vista-view. Here’s one…

…with snow outlining every little trail and logging road. This is a close-up of that “triangle” on the right side above.

Our tourist stop of the day was at (one part of) New River Gorge National Park and Preserve, in West Virginia. We first saw the gorge from these windows in the Canyon Rim Visitor Center.

Truly a gorgeous gorge—even with rain starting to fall.

Here’s the high bridge crossing the gorge…

…and here’s the high bridge from the low bridge, which is the one we crossed.

The rest of the day was rain, never a blinding storm, but constant, mile after mile. We hear that we may awaken to snow tomorrow here in Asheville, despite being so much farther south than the southern Lake Erie shore.

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We’re just a month before the shortest day of the year, and the sun angle now catches this stained glass window, which is in an interior stairwell. Is that a strange location?

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