The once gray fields now have a blanket of corn - this was the same field in April. Actually, this photo embodies some of my frustation with digital cameras: depth of field (heh) isn't a variable I can play with. Although, maybe I can - the camera has two-dozen settings I could experiment with, and the aperature might well be among them. Still, one year ago I would have taken a more visually pleasing shot with my trusty (clunky) old single lens reflex camera. This looks a little flat.
Here's a calendar-type shot of the old foundries:
We have a municipal election coming up. Looks like "Grant" took hold of the coveted intersection:
There's more, further up ahead, but that will have to wait for another posting.
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In pursuit of the ever-vanishing slimmer version of me, I've taken to walking the streets, well more like the ditches, of the rural community where I work. There are also fields of corn, as well as soybeans, present here, although the fields of plenty now usually refer to plenty of houses rather than vegetables. All this is leading up to an inevitable question.
As you stroll around the outskirts of the fields, do you ever have motorists, already irate from the harangue of early morning cellphone calls, beeping at you with malintent? Or even swerving in your direction, identifying your morning jaunt as an act that should be expunged? I ask this, as this has happened to me on quite a few occassions. Enough such that lunch-time walking is dangerous for my health. Are auto-bound folks in your neck of the woods more understanding of those fellow inhabitants motoring about on jsut their feet?
Just wondering.
Yikes!! No, I don't get much glowering or antagonism from the motorists. This being a very small town, the proper etiquette is for me to lift a hand in assumed recognition of the motorist's identity. By the time we can see the whites of each other's eyes, I usually know (kind of) who they are.
Walking in the city or the 'burbs is just as DV man describes. Walking in the rural parts of Texas is a far far different experience.
I WANNA MOVE TO THE BEND!
And your nice pictures, WP, remind me of how much the city sucks...
CP, If I can make a correction on your comment.
Walking in the city, be it NYC, Philly, Montreal, Florence, Rome, Zagreb, etc. has almost always been a pleasant experience. Even biking in some of those cities has been great (the thrill of zooming down Mount Royal passing cars on the right still gives me goosepimples). I have no problems with walking or jogging or running in a city. It's the 'burbs and that 'burb/country set-up (you know the type, houses only 20-30 feet form the street and no sidewalks) that have always been a pain. I used to walk in the country in when I lived in North Carolina; not a smart thing to do. I actually had some klemdiggityhopper slam on his brakes, jump out of his pickup, pull a gun off his rack and tell me I had no right to be jogging on his road sice I didn't pay taxes. No, there were no banjoes palying in the background.
DV - oh yeah, there WERE banjos, I am sure...
I guess I just am plain sick of cities..big ones anyway.
I'm with Darko, re: the city walk. I loved walking the city, and there are days when I really miss it. Nature's nice and all, but there's something fun about taking a prurient interest in the goings-on in a high-density population zone. I don't miss the noise, though.
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