I read studies, but they don’t matter. It’s just a simple truth that people who work in offices should be outside more. The outdoors can shield you from sickness and depression. Probably helps in other ways too, but just those 2 are good enough reason to get out.
A recent excursion led me to this single pink combat boot in the river bed. I was looking for birds, specifically eagles known to be in the area. Some days, you get eagles, others single pink boots that only make you wonder what the story is.
I could go on about the benefits and scientific findings concerning how humans need to be outdoors. You could Google that yourself and waste time finding those results. Just going outside for a walk is a better test of the the theory.
I was reading this article on nature and your health and it was interesting to find that even the science community agrees with this notion. They even took note of the spiritual aspect of being in natural surroundings. That’s significant when science takes notes of spirituality and a mainstream news publication publishes the finding. I’m taking note at how glaringly obvious the spiritual aspect of being in nature must be for these 2 communities to notice.
Knowing that being outdoors is important to your well-being and actually going outside is difficult. Why is it that if you’re sick or unhappy, you’re often told to rest indoors? Probably bad advice.
I’m making the resolve to get outside more. I think this is a part of my draw for motorcycles and photography. They’re just methods to get out where I belong.
Please understand, I’m not slamming the Apple Butter Festival. Many people would love it. People into crafts would be in heaven I’m not even a festival guy. I didn’t. For me it was a humorous disaster.
First stop was a church parking lot we were directed to. $3 each to park. I asked if 1 spot for 2 bikes would be $3. They said no. That’s un-Christian right there – I think. I paid anyhow. I didn’t want to talk about $3 at the pearly gates, so I gave up the money, but we took 2 spaces.
First, I was yelled at a by an elderly Eastern European playing a harpsichord. I just pointed my camera at him playing. He freaked out. Whatever. Eastern European harpsichord players are cranky bastards.
There was an overwhelming amount of high-priced pallet wood art.
And the apple butter? There was one dude stirring apple butter. Here he is. He was about as excited as you expect a guy stirring apple butter to be.
I got a laugh out of the situation though. I hiked a serious hill and paid a $5 entry fee. There were more fees to do other things if one opted to, $5 got a visitor admission to a public street.
There was a really good band playing and the place smelled great with the food cooking. It wasn’t all bad.
Photos like this are best left to one’s imagination in their intent and interpretation. I’ll post why I took this photo just because I don’t like that line of thought with art.
This door is close to my desk. I watch people walk by it all day long, but I never really see them. I only catch the blurs as they pass. There’s no detail, just an evenly partitioned blur. I’m left to guess who passed by the general blur I catch. This one, younger female. If they were slower, probably older. Shorter, but faster, a young person. You get the idea.
So I set the camera to kind of catch what I see in my minds eye. I played with the shutter speed and aperture to get the blur about right. You can’t be taught what those settings should be. It takes practice and the only way to get the practice is to take photos daily.
We visited the Alpine Hills Historical Museum and Sugarcreek Information Center in Sugarcreek, Ohio. These things caught my eye as the printing equipment and cameras relate to what I work with today.
I work in the printing industry, but more on the computer programming end of it. I never learned the history of printing, so i found the explanation of this Linotype machine educational.
A simple cell phone can basically do what this did. It simply produced lines of text to be sent to a printing press. A Linotype machine was a little more dangerous as it used and reused molten led to create this lines.
Today, it is so easy to create a line of text for print that it requires very little thought. This might be part of the problem of so much which is printed, but not worth the paper or electronic device that it’s ready from. Restraints can create quality.
The same could be said for this antique camera. In it’s day, this was considered high quality and portable. The cell phone camera is better than this camera in many respects now.
There are infinitely more great photos now than then, but images from this time still hold great value. The same can be said of many of the literary works produced in the days before so much automation.
In no way am in longing for these days. I am saying that the technological restrictions of yesterday created an editing process by default. There was a sense to not waste the resources due to costs and difficulty of the process.
Today we have the ability to produce low quality because of low cost and ease of production. To combat this I rarely put out a written work without edits and proof reading. I always “Photoshop” images to make them unique to my developing process.
Pokeweed’s name leads people that it’s truly a weed by definition in the name. Truth is, we don’t know much about it and it’s a beautiful plant.
We do know that it’s a native American plant and that it grows well here. Again, just because it grows well, doesn’t make it a weed either. It means the soil conditions are good for promoting it’s growth. It’s also a very large and beautiful plant.
What we don’t know is if claims of cures for HIV and cancer lie without this plant. Studies are being done.
The plant has a huge tap root and produces a lot of biomass. This means that it keeps the soil loose and that it’s stalks have the capability to hold moisture in the soil.
Ohio State Route 146 out of Zanesville led me to this abandoned home. The rot was beginning and nature was staking it’s claim on this property.
I’m sure it’s just coincidence, but this is the last photo posted before a series of technological and social breakdowns of people and equipment. As I sit looking back at what’s occurred since I posted this photo, I have to wonder how things work though. Are there curses?
If there are curses, they don’t last. You work around them. If a drug-addled madman effects lives and livelihoods, you work around that. If your camera or computer breaks, you work around that until a solution happens. Resorting to other resources that are unfamiliar can be educational and exhilarating.
Still, like looking at this home, when you look at the events, wondering what the hell happened is understandable. This was a home that was ones somebody’s place of refuge. What happened?
I’ve got a block of material on hard drives that is just going to sit there for a while. I’m not sure I want to get back into them just yet.
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