North River Community Church
I don’t know how old the church is that houses this dome-shaped steeple with its arched portals and peeling paint (and questionable status as candidate for a new facelift anytime soon). But I can tell you that the cemetery adjacent to the North River Community Church, a fun discovery one early evening as we were driving along isolated country roads, was dotted with many old tombstones with birth dates and death dates in the late 1700’s and mid to late 1800’s, respectively.
It was unclear as to whether the church is still in use. We may have to check it out some Sunday morning to observe the comings and goings to this grand old specimen, situated on a beautiful winding gravel road with corn fields stretching out as far as the eye can see.
An oldie but a goodie!
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Below Deck
For this week’s Black and White Challenge, our marching orders are to use any B&W photo taken in the last week or two, if not otherwise shot today. Since I didn’t have anything even remotely usable, I headed out to the backyard with my Canon in hand to see what I could see.
I’m drawn to photos of the mundane and this shot of a downturned wheelbarrow beneath our deck adequately fills the bill. What I really like about this is how the light is filtered via the slats between the deck boards throwing ever so subtle shadows in a soldierly formation of sorts.
Award-winning? Most certainly not but I was happy with the results and isn’t that the point of photography after all?
Dilapidation
An old, derelict school bus, sandwiched between what appear to be two abandoned, ramshackle mobile homes, runs parallel to our favorite stretch of the Great Western Trail, a popular rails to trails bike path. Come summer, these tumbledown, forsaken structures will be almost entirely hidden from view by all the trees in full bloom, vines, shrubs and other unrestrained vegetation. For now though, stepping carefully (and somewhat daintily!), I was able to snap a few pics of these old relics while I still have a relatively clear path to do so.
Skylark , Shamrock and the Police
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Mowing Shoes
Our garage, much like the garages of most folks I suspect, is a catch-all for all manner of accumulated possessions, tools, gadgets, toys, cast-offs and what not. Comfortably ensconced atop a rickety shelving unit is a turtle planter (waiting for weather conditions ripe enough to allow me to fill it with dirt, flowers, sunshine, hope and love), a garden tchotchke (one of three that I purchased at Earl May a few years ago, each resembling a kind of robotic woodland creature) tucked away in the upper right corner of the frame and my trusty, grass-stained mowing shoes: New Balance #381.
Trash Amnesty, that much anticipated rite of spring cleaning, is our cue to dig a little deeper to see what else is lurking in the shadows of our garage (and other dark, hidden spaces) so that we might create additional space for yet more stuff to fill the void (of our lives?).
My mowing shoes, however, will stay right where they are: Ready to spring into action whenever the lawn needs trimming.
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