Whee!!!
Here I go again – another photo from one of my favorite, fun places to visit and take pictures: the City Museum in St. Louis. This is my son on his way down this winding, intricately designed, several stories high, circular slide. I’m not sure how far up the slide begins – five or six floors, maybe more? All I know is that it’s a BLAST!
Bridge at Water Works Park
Swing
Exploring the sights and (peaceful) sounds of a new destination at the end of the work week – Water Works Park, just south of downtown Des Moines – previously unbeknownst to us even though it is a mere twenty minutes from where we live – was an exercise in discovery and exhilaration.
A quiet woodland setting, a rustic bridge crossing a swiftly moving current, bike trails intersecting at various points and a path with a view to the stables where I took riding lessons a few years ago, cardinals and deer and squirrels and red-headed woodpeckers, redbud trees in full glorious bloom, the burst of green all around us punctuated with lovely purple violets, that amazing fresh air – and then this.
In the midst of a slight clearing, this simple swing suspended from an old tree, seemingly erected for no other reason than the joy of providing that childhood rush of rising and falling, gathering speed in the open air, legs reaching higher and higher – just for the sheer fun of it all.
Indeed, serendipity at its finest.
This Old Barn
Faithful friends and loyal followers know that I’m a fan of old barns and an enthusiastic promoter of the Iowa Barn Tour. Perusing my photo gallery for inspiration, I landed on this shot taken in the lower level of the first barn we ever toured back in the fall of 2013. It was situated on a farmstead that had been in the same family for 150 years and it was a stunner. Before then, I wasn’t even aware that barns had ‘walk-out’ basements.
From the stanchions, used to milk the cows that were herded into the lower level at the end of each day, to the storage cubby-hole to the wooden gate to the ‘old-timey’ design of the roof joists, the space here – bathed in the beautiful fall light streaming in that morning from the many ‘daylight’ windows of the basement perimeter, was both charming and mesmerizing: so much history and tradition and reminders of a much simpler time.
The Joys of Discovery
Rainy weekend and a soggy week ahead…
Waiting for clear skies and warmer temps again to repeat the joy of a newly rediscovered pleasure, one that invigorates and stimulates both my body and my mind: riding the trails and thrilling to the sights and sounds of nature, the freedom and exhilaration of movement, the calm and quiet especially at night when you pull off to the side of the trail with nothing but the sound of crickets chirping, frogs croaking, cows bellowing in the distance and the realization that you’re there to experience what would otherwise be unknown to you.
I purchased my bicycle in 2009 and rode it for maybe a couple of years before other concerns muscled their way into my psyche and free time. Why did we let our bikes sit in the garage, untended and unused, all these years hence? No matter. We’re enjoying this now and that’s what important. The doing, the being, the NOW.
Great Midwestern Trail
Stopping Along the Way
Traveling the gravel roads that circumvent and intersect the bike trail route we rode this past weekend, my husband and I enjoyed each new sight and discovery we made as the road turned this way and that, as we crested every hill and as we drove throughout the countryside, including this broad vista where four-legged beauties quietly grazed.
Sunday drives, sometimes associated with days long past, are a leisurely pursuit ideal for ‘hunting’ with camera in hand and my best friend at my side.
Varmint
We saw these little critters everywhere we hiked in Colorado’s glorious Rocky Mountains. The literature and guide maps all caution against feeding the wildlife in the park but apparently there have been far too many people who just never got the memo.
These ground squirrels – I believe that’s what they are – are not shy about approaching anyone and everyone for a handout. Fearless, and apparently hooked on the goodies doled out to them by the hordes of well-meaning (but misguided) tourists that visit the park each year, they scamper underfoot, up rocks and branches, into backpacks left on the ground and will easily take food proffered them with not an iota of hesitation. Cute though they were, I resisted the impulse to feed them since I’d read that it really isn’t in their best interests and besides, I’m sometimes a real stickler about playing by the rules especially when it comes to respecting the beauty and grandeur of nature and her inhabitants.
Still though, you have to admit. This little fella is pretty adorable.
The Last Church in Churchville
Husband and I stumbled across this beautiful old church tonight which I later discovered was the subject of a local newscast in 2014 to chronicle it being the last church in Churchville. Spare and lean, this tightly constructed house of worship looks to have been lovingly cared for over the years.
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Churches or Any Religious Building
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