Sunday, December 9, 2012



Graphics courtesy of the Library of Congress

Tuesday, December 4, 2012


Early this morning I could see the dark clouds in the far distant south. A sign of a rainstorm? As I now do my morning exercises on my small back deck,  I figured I had better wait on breakfast. 

I quickly stepped outside, then just as quickly turned around and came right back inside to grab my camera. Now I was not only putting my breakfast off but my exercises too.

Outside was a beautiful sky that fitted my mood. The night moon still hung in the early morning sky. Back lit colors of pink were moving with dark threatening blues. 

My thoughts had been pensive when I awoke this morning. Perhaps the holidays makes us reflect on family, those that are still with us and those that have passed.

Yet nature can play such a calming role

And as if there was an understanding between myself and the sky a lone large cloud appeared on the horizon bursting with light.  I put my camera down, sat down in a deck chair and watched the almost white cloud move across my western horizon. I needed it this morning as a companion to settle my thoughts.

Sunday, December 2, 2012


Farmer John King's tool garage has inadvertently become an abstract modern art palette.  Located on the entrance side it creates tension by reflecting old against new, color against no-color, metal against wood and probably others that you might see. Love how abstracts can evolve without the maker knowing what he has done. I would call this facade a vernacular abstract. 

Friday, November 30, 2012


historic architectural elements
 that are a part of a
second story storefront facade
aging with beauty.  


Monday, November 26, 2012


John King standing with some of his family. 
Left to right: Jack, John (grandson) and  farmer John King

Recently, I wrote a post about the original homestead that John King bought in his early twenties. Now in his seventies, Mr King has spent his adult life as an independent farmer. He can point out his achievements of growing a farm by the buildings that stand on his farm. Prior to his moving onto the farm these buildings were  not there. 

Corn crib

John King is a friendly man as are other members of his family that I met on the day when I talked with him about his farm. Jack, his cousin, was at the farm picking up some tobacco sticks from John for a project he was working on just down the road. John Sr, had been a tobacco farmer until the government had a buyout for Kentucky farmers. John, his grandson, had just come home from some classes at the college he was attending. 

Second large barn that John King built on his farm

Mr King runs a hands-on farm. Every building except for the two homestead buildings has been built by him. Now he didn't go to the lumber company and purchase his building supplies. Rather he went to the woods on his property and felled trees for each building he was to build over the fifty or so years he has lived on his farm. He would take his felled trees to small sawmills located near his farm where the mill hands would cut the wood into the dimensions that Mr King wanted. Then he would haul it back to his farm via tractor with wagon or horse and wagon. Then construction would begin.

First large barn that John King built on his farm

Over time John built three good sized barns, a storage garage, a small utility shed, a corn crib and a tractor shed. All from the trees on his property. All his buildings have been kept in excellent shape. 

Utility shed

Growing a farm is quite an accomplishment. I took several photos to show what one person can do when he has the will and the way to make things work. 

Tractor shed

Oh, and part of his life on the farm changed when he stopped raising tobacco. He took an off farm job for a while telling me that it was almost impossible to make enough money as a small independent farmer anymore unless one worked both on the farm and an outside job too.

The Kings, according to grandson John, grow all of their food for year-round consumption as well as raising cattle for beef. 

Small farms, according to 2009 statistics, have grown by 4%.  Mostly attributable to demand for local and organic food. Most of this growth is found in small farms under 50 acres. 

Saturday, November 24, 2012


My shed porch with hanging bushel basket

My old shed is rather unique as it has a roomy open porch where one can sit and read or think or do just about anything.  A wood plank door located at the back of the porch leads to an interior room, also roomy with a broad wood shelf along one side. 

When I first moved here, I thought of converting the shed to a studio but soon realized that the hornets, spiders and  insects loved the place more than I did.

And another species soon loved the place when I hung my bushel basket high up on the porch wall.  I soon realized that a couple of little Carolina wrens were zipping in and out of the basket after I had hung it. 

I tilted the basket a bit to peek inside and realized that the wrens were setting up an encampment for their future family. So instead of sitting on the shed's porch to read and think I backed off and and occasionally watched their activities from a distance. I was rewarded by their lovely songs that first summer. 

Now five years later,  they are still using my bushel basket each summer -- hanging on the shed wall just for them. 

As I write this,  the basket nesting site is empty of wrens. Gone also is their  lilting summer songs that they sing during nesting time, especially the male.  I still have an occasional view of the  wrens as they flit about my trees with various short chirpy notes. They stay through the winter. They usually mate for life.

Yesterday my fall  day was heavy with winter-like skies. A sign of the approaching winter season. I realized it was time to start battening down my hatches to keep me warm and safe against winter storms.

Then again, spring will return and the wrens, hopefully, will still be here with me and again decide to nest in my basket. What goes round, comes round as my good friend always used to say. 

I'll keep my basket hanging just in case.

Wren's nesting abode

Tuesday, November 20, 2012


Please stop talking about Black Friday. Has any one thought about excess consumerism. Or declining resources. Or corporate greed. Or media brain washing. Or  public mind conditioning. Can anyone who plans on spending money on Black Friday really say they absolutely have to buy it to help save natural resources or wildlife or open space -- that are declining at an exponentially fast rate!   Glutinous consumerism is ugly. Perhaps shoppers think only in the now and not for their future generations. Black Friday is for fools. Can you  live within the parameters of practicality?

In addition to not buying on Black Friday join the moratorium on consumer spending on Nov. 26th in North America and Nov. 27th internationally. 

Sunday, November 18, 2012



John King is a man that has successfully made a farming life for himself and family. He bought a large parcel of land in his early twenties that was to provide the type of lifestyle that he was familiar with and wanted to pursue during his lifetime. Now in his seventies he can reflect back and say it has been a full life filled with hard work and a love of family. He mentions that, "full time farming has become a thing of the past, one needs an outside job to keep the bills paid."


When John bought the parcel of land it came with  a handsome barn and a sturdy wood house. He and his wife made their home in the above cozy house for a few years and then built their own roomier house. The homestead house remains in its original state and still  sits on a slight incline toward the back of their farm. Now sitting gracefully alone on its hill, it can almost whisper to the leaves that surround it,  "its been a good ride."  


Built before John King occupied the land, the homestead barn  still stands solidly erect. Still in use for farm machinery, it  appears to have many good years before it. Located near the original homestead house, together they formed a team  before John bought the land. They are the only two structures left on the farm from the previous owners.

Somewhere in the land's history a tannery was located here, long before John's tenure. It was near Clear Water creek which runs through his property.  He said the tannery provided employees with adjacent small tenant houses. Now he tells me that only one steel post remains of the once large operation. 

John was very amenable to letting me stroll around his farm and ask many, many questions. His farm was a reminder to me of the many farms I have known -- that they contain our rural histories and the predictability of the survival of independent farmers. Each independent farm comes with a  different story yet they have a common denominator of values that includes discipline, planning,  physical work,   family, community, and sharing. 

More about John King's farm and its evolution -- soon . . . . .


Morning breaks soft in the fall. Chilly air contrasts with the white fire of the sun as it floods through my woods. I sit at my old work table in solitude and think about the new day. What will it bring? How can I shape it? I am on a path of simplicity. My world  opens up to me for yet another day. 

Here is a poem by Virginia Woolf that fits my mood today;

How much better is silence; the
coffee cup, the table. How much better to
sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird
that opens its wings on the stake. Let me
sit here forever with bare things, this
coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in
themselves, myself being myself.

Friday, November 16, 2012


Sign outside a country hardware and feed store.
 Do folks still hunt raccoon's? 

Tuesday, November 13, 2012


While out on an errand today, I noticed this simple yet graphic quilt-square attached to the gable of a horse barn. I quickly pulled over to take a photo of this beautiful old  pattern as my camera travels with me most of the time.

The idea of placing quilt-squares on barns was in part to honor women who have contributed their skills as quilters both historically and presently. They made and still are making quilts of all sizes for use in homes for warmth or decoration.  Here in Central Kentucky the movement to place the quilt-squares on barns has grown exponentially since I moved here five plus years ago. It has even spread to placing them on commercial buildings, fences, and farm outbuildings. 

I don't know the name of this pattern but I am sure someone out there might know it. I used to have a great quilt pattern identification book but no longer. 

Anyhow,  as I was taking this above photo I moved around toward the side of the barn to get an angle shot and -- surprise, I found another quilt-square. This was a first for me -- seeing two on one barn. 

This blue and white quilt pattern is also unknown to me. It really doesn't matter -- it's enough that they  are symbols of the great artistic skills of women quilters.

Oh, as I left I wondered if possibly there was another quilt- square on the other side of the barn -- or the back side?  Couldn't walk around to see as this barn was on  private property. Now, my quest is on -- to find a barn with three quilt - squares. Hmm  . . . . .  

Sunday, November 11, 2012


Found this short video online -- produced by Scott McLean. I call it peak oil in a nutshell. Worth watching if you are wondering about what your children and grandchilden face in their future.

Hopefully you are practicing reducing your oil use in such things as cosmetics, blow-up Halloween figures, items made out of plastic, fake Christmas trees, video games and I could go on and on and on. 

No one likes to hear about reducing our oil use as it takes away all the fun things that we feel we need. But I feel just cutting back a little (or a lot) helps. 


CNN Money has this video on its site  and  of course it is biased toward corporations. Here there is praise for all the oil wells being drilled using the fracking method  on farm lands. Click on this link and ask yourself how can we stop this madness given what we know about its polluting effects to water, humans and wildlife? 


Wednesday, November 7, 2012


Last night was cold. I always turn off my heat at night unless it reaches down to 20 degrees outside. That temperature is my signal to let the heat stay on through the night. 

Bundling up with lots of covers is therefore a ritual I perform every night once the cold weather sets in. Last night was no different. After watching the election returns,  I threw the above quilt on for an extra  good measure of warmth as I settled into my bed for the night. 

This morning as I straightened my bed covers my mind was still on the election. As I tossed my quilt on top of the bed, I took notice of the  many cloth pieces sewn together. My thoughts became aware of its  colors, shapes and patterns -- it could be used as an analogy to the election results. 

The election results appeared to tell us that yes, there are issues that drive a presidential election campaign. But in reality, like the quilt,  we are individuals first and foremost not chess pieces moving around on someones poll charts. That we do vote with our own reality rather than the ones that are driven at us by candidates. By us being of  different colors, shapes and patterns we can become a whole. A diverse whole. Like my quilt.

Saturday, November 3, 2012



Horse Apples or Hedge Apples are all common names for the Osage Orange tree fruit.  Almost the size of a grapefruit these unusual looking fruit are associated with harvest themes this time of year. I saw a storefront window lined with them a couple days ago and almost walked in to ask if I could buy some. But then I thought why not go out looking along country roads for them. It was a cool sunny day and besides I could take my camera and catch a few photographs.


The Osage Orange tree belongs to the mulberry family. It's a deciduous tree, rather small, and makes great hedge rows in farmers fields.Unfortunately hedge rows in farmers field have all but disappeared  Now I find Osage Orange along farm roadsides that have not been tempered with. 


An old saying is to put an Osage Orange fruit under your bed to repel spiders and other insects. It's a saying that has proven to be scientifically true. Science has found that the Osage Orange repels several insect species as well as the commercial DEET that you find in stores.

Other parts of its attributes is that it has naturalized all over the U.S., its native origins trace back to historic times, has a lovely scent, and its wood is exceptionally hard and was used by the Osage Nation as well as the Comanches for their bows.


After searching several roadsides, I got lucky and found the above lovely country road that had a long run of Osage Orange  along its side. I  grabbed my bag and picked up some fallen Oranges to display on my outside wooden "Alberta" chair.  

Oh, one thing I forgot to say -- don't eat the fruit -- they are poisonous.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Tuesday, October 30, 2012


Last week, I was in a store when I noticed a woman lifting up a small boy onto one of those mechanical horses. You know,  the ones that are sometimes found in the front of retail places but usually in grocery stores. They have been around a long time -- my kids loved to ride them when they were small.

I quickly asked the woman, who turned out to be the boy's grandmother,  if I could take some photos of the cute guy while he rode his horse.  "Sure," she replied.


So she waited while I pulled the camera out of my case and took aim. Then she told her grandson to hold tight as the horsey was going to take him for a ride. She dropped the quarter in the affixed metal  slot -- the horse lurched a little, then the little buckaroo took off galloping over his imaginary hills.



A joyous ride for a mere quarter


Saturday, October 27, 2012

Thursday, October 25, 2012


This store is located along a well traveled route. It appears that they offer every type of cigarette or cigar that one could desire. They even have a sign that says, "make your own and save." Below are sad statistics on smoking  for Kentucky folks:

Smoking Attributable Adult (35+ Years) Mortality
National Average = 248.5 per 100,000
The average annual smoking-attributable mortality rate in Kentucky for 2000 to 2004 was 370.6 per 100,000.

Statistics provided by the 
Center for Disease Control and Prevention.

Sunday, October 21, 2012



Sometimes I find myself riding along a beautiful one lane road when I am out and about finding neat places to record for a possible post. I found the above one especially nice but a bit precarious to drive. There certainly was no shoulder to pull over on or a drive to pull into if a car or truck came from the opposite direction. On the one side of the road was a solid rise of mountain rock and the other edge of the road was a steep downward incline falling to a creek. "Stay on the road and hope that no other cars come at me," I whispered to myself. What are the rules of the road if one does? Who backs-up? It would be a long back-up! Is it like at a stop sign, whoever arrives first goes first. That wouldn't work in this situation. Oh well, there is a first for everything so maybe by having another car meet me on this road I'll find out the rules. All in a day's outing -- sometimes learning some unwritten rules.

Friday, October 19, 2012

Thursday, October 18, 2012


So on a 2011 sunny day I grabbed my camera and jumped in my Tacoma  and rode off - my destination the carriage house to take photos. 

The ghost stories were not going to scare me away.

As I neared the place I noticed lights flashing, emergency vehicles of all types and uniformed folks walking around. The vehicles were straddled all along the road on both sides. There were ambulances and firetrucks pulled up on the bluff in front of the carriage house.

Oh no, I thought, a serious accident has occurred.  I slowed down as I got nearer and wove through the chaos.   I rode down the road a bit and decided to turn around. I felt a strange chill over my whole body for some reason. Not from thinking of  ghosts but of something more serious. I had to know what happened.

When I drove back through the tangle of vehicles I stopped and asked a man what happened. He told me that two men had been shot and killed in front of the carriage house. 

The word timing instantly entered my mind.  Is this what life is about - timing

Carriage house crosses -- 2012

Wednesday, October 17, 2012


All the photos that are on the Coy Farm posts - one, two ,and three - were taken in October 2012

It was the first time I had felt comfortable going near the place since 2011.

The Coy farm has a unique building called a carriage house. Within this building one would place carriages -- this was undoubtedly built before the advent of the automobile. Its use was similar to the not yet invented garage-- only one parked their carriages in this type of building - carriages that were pulled by horses.

This carriage house was located near the main road. It had an early masonry rock wall beside it that served as part of the entrance to the main property.  I mentioned in my first post that the residential house was no longer on the farm. Only two barns and this carriage house remained. 

The rock wall was well constructed and indicated to me that the Coy family obviously had some wealth in the early 1900s.  

The wall had two  posts that held a large metal gate that was shut and locked when I was there recently in October 2012.  This was the main entrance to the farm land. 

Attached to the two limestone posts is this large metal gate barring the entrance to the property. Only the carriage house sat outside the fenced land. I noted from the road that one could walk up to the carriage house and admire its construction and take close-up photos.

So in my eagerness in 2011, to take photos of the carriage house, close-up, I planned a day to ride out to do just that.

Even though I had heard ghost stories about the place  . . . . .

(Last Coy Farm post will be posted tomorrow.)

Sunday, October 14, 2012


For several years now, I have been intrigued with this large section of agricultural land that  sits just off Route 25 between Richmond and Berea in central Kentucky. This land stretches back from the road for quite a distance. I always figured there was  possibly some story tidbits connected with this property. 

Above is one of the natural timber barns with some decor  making it appealing to drivers on Route 25. The main focus is the huge quilt square hanging on the barn's gable. Don't know the name of the quilt pattern but it sure dresses up the barn. Also, the white barn door and the metal ventilator atop its roof are nice antidotes to its charm. It is known that the Coy family owned the farm in the early 1900s. So the story goes they were cattle people headed by a male figure that was extremely frugal. 

If there was a house with this property it has since disappeared. At least from my view from Route 25.  As with so many of the older farms the house is usually the first to disappear leaving outbuildings only. Sometimes there is only mature tree configurations and a dirt drive to indicate human life lived on the land. 

I will be writing and displaying some photos of this farm in my next two posts. As I stated in the beginning this farm has always intrigued me. In my third post you will find out how I became a semi-witness to a scary story that happened on the farm in 2011. 

Friday, October 12, 2012


Sometimes we need to wait. Wait to have the car fixed, wait for the dentist to finish working on your teeth, for the storm to pass, for the stop-light to change. 

I had a friend that would sit at a stop-light and complain until it turned green. Instead of just enjoying the moment, she wasted away this time in her life that she would never get back. Or there was my sweet great-grandmother that, when I was young, would tap on the lunch counter with a coin, persistently, to get attention from the server. Her waiting  impatience caused  other customers to feel uncomfortable and embarrassed me. 

This large black and yellow garden spider reminds me, when waiting, to enjoy the sunlight knowing that things will all happen in due time. 

Tuesday, October 9, 2012


Backyard lot-line of stacked limestone 

With the Biden/Ryan vice-presidential debate this Thursday, I bet you are thinking Danville, Kentucky is a highly political town? Well in my eyes it appears as a lovely quiet  historic town that seldom has bouts with politicians. Now this post is about rocks -  not about politics or the rocks that politicians love to metaphorically throw at each other. It's about rock walls.

There is an old section of Danville that has beautiful residential rock walls that were built probably in the early 1900s. Each wall has a dash of their own artistry. As to who were the masons, I cannot answer this. I only can stand and marvel at the workmanship.

Have a look below at a few of them. 

Rock boulders implanted in a low cement wall
-- front yard lot line. 

Rough limestone vertical rocks standing on large squares of stacked  limestone rock 

 Low cement front lot-line wall implanted with rough vertical limestone rocks

Rough chunks of vertically stacked limestone on limestone squares 
forming a wall on the side-lot line