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Guest Blogger Cousin Gene … My December Trip!

Here it is the middle of December, 2014, and this is Guest Bloggist, Edition the 4th !

My December Trip

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Cousin Gene (center) At The Diner During One Of His Trips

Every year, I have a trip to make, starting sometime in the middle of December and lasting until the end of December. Living in the Mid-Atlantic region of the country, the winters are usually on the mild side of things. But my trip up north is usually snowy and on the cold side. That is just fine with me, because I only have one trip to make outside the place I am staying.

While I am there, I check in with a group of people that have been working very hard, making all sorts of things. I also check in on the animal caretakers, since part of the livestock they care for is really important to my trip. The vehicle that I use for the trip must be in tiptop condition. Really fast and aerodynamic! The folks that care for it are the best mechanics anywhere.

It takes a lot of work from a lot of people to make this time of year a big success!

This trip (in a trip) is usually a long one, starting on one day and ending on the next day. I cover a lot of ground (and water) before I finish the trip, and I declare, I feel like I go around the world! All my numerous stops are in periods of darkness. No one has to be home, for I have access to all places. And I do not go hungry. The animals with me enjoy the snacks, also.

When I finish my rounds, I am bushed! A long 24 hours, it is. The folks doing all the work beforehand can now take it easy for a while, maybe take a much-deserved vacation. Then they start it all again. The reactions of the people that benefit from all that work make it all worthwhile.

As for me, I head back to the Mid-Atlantic Region of the United States, where I have a bench on a porch to sit on and a Mountain Dew in the frig!

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Branches Of Thought … Small Dogs And Children

Branches Of Thought …

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 Small Dogs and Children

Small dogs and children get away with murder,

And they always will.

A look, a smile, a wag of the tail, and the heart melts,

With all misdeeds and sinfulness forgotten

And washed joyfully away.

Sheepish round eyes looking up,

Clouded with tears or not.

A pouting countenance cloaking a hidden smile,

Brought forward when needed,

To melt a fostered hardened heart.

Today or tomorrow,

We must always remember with broadening smile

That how, where or when,

Small dogs and children get away with murder,

And they always will.

jem

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Rememberances … Volume 1

Winter 2014

JEMDSC_3919-1On this hill children played,

And Winter snow fell.

Thanksgiving and Christmas visited here,

And the laughter of the young ones,

Rode many a cool Spring breeze.

On this hill memories were born,

And secretive smiles,

Will live for generations yet born.

jem 2014


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The Old Guy . . . Thinking Of Goals . . .

Before my Diabetic Neurgopathy progressed to a point that I can barely get around, I had a few adventurous photographic goals set. And . . . at times accomplished them with a certain amount of expertise or reasonable degree of competency. Most of the time my triumphs were during night shoots.

Of course every photographic goal does present a certain probability of distraction or measurable degree of risk  . . .

The Old Guy

The Old Guy

Despite freezing temperatures, drunkards, small critters with razor sharp teeth, law enforcement officers or ill-timed bathroom warnings, I had the ability of getting the photograph. Even a disastrous suspender failure on an elevated train platform did not deter me from accomplishing another of my ambitious goals.

When back in Kentucky one of my first adventures was an attempt of get a special photograph of the Wolf Creek Dam.

The boat ramp at the dam was cut from a steep hill that runs down to the lake. The resulting high bluff is approximately a hundred or so feet high. It is an impressive ridge and plateau and in the partly cloudy light . . . the lake and dam would be impressive.

I had seen from the road leading across the dam, a possible way to get up on the plateau. If I could climb up about eight feet, I would be on the back door edge of the ridge. Walking along that line would lead me to the perfect spot for my proposed photograph.

The eight foot climb that I had before me was comprised of sand, dirt, and rock with tree roots and various other indistinguishable vegetation growing freely from the face of the ridge. it was a formable task with a heavy camera bag strapped to my back.

I struggled to the top of the embankment and didn’t look back. I also didn’t look down since there are times when I get dizzy being as tall as I am.

Wolf Creek Dam From The Opposite End

Wolf Creek Dam From The Opposite End Of The Intended Photograph. The Silver hill In The Upper Right corner Was My Unsuccessful Vantage Point.

Halfway along the ridge, I got down in the grass and crawled close to the edge of the plateau and looked down. Oh my goodness . . . I knew I was way up there from the appearance of the lake and dam. That knowledge didn’t keep the nervous chills from running up and down my legs. I guess the ridge would be as close as I would get to Rooftopping.

It only took a couple of moments to reach my objective. I sat in the cool grass a good six to eight feet from the plateau edge. It was a spot that caused me little nervousness. The view was without question beyond spectacular. Below me was the lake, the surrounding lush forest, and the Wolf Creek Dam.

Unfortunately, the cloud cover I had been counting on had dissipated and the morning sun was too low, in my eyes, and too strong for a successful photograph. I would have to come back in the late afternoon and have the correct lighting provided by the setting sun.

I navigated the ridge in reverse without any difficulty, but at the eight foot climbing spot I encountered a problem. I fell the last four feet. The tree root I was using as a hand hold pulled loose from the bank and like a Saturday morning cartoon character I ended up free falling heavily to the ground.

I was fortunate my face, chest and groin area absorbed most of the traumatic encounter with the rocks, dirt, weeds and assorted highway trash including numerous beer cans covering the ground. My camera case and equipment riding on my back were fine and ready for the next adventure.

When I think of photograph goals, I think of going back and getting that photograph. But, the time since has ravaged my feet and legs. I don’t think I still have what it takes to get such a spectacular shot. Though my difficulties limit my abilities, they don’ t keep me of thinking about it as a possibility. Just maybe . . . if the sun is just right . . . or the day is cloudy . . . and my Sweetheart doesn’t read about my intentions or aspirations …

 

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