They are everywhere.
As far as the eye can see.
I photographed (70-200 Canon L series lens) the wildflowers on the way to the San Antonio airport last Sunday.
Was NOT the driver of the rental van but the passenger. (Thanks Rick) Figure we were going about 70 mph so the blue is a bit of a blur.
From Virginia to Ohio, through West Virginia in between. It’s a little more than 350 miles. Sunday afternoon and the holiday weekend travelers were on the highway. A tractor trailer had overturned and rolled through the median- you could see the jersey barrier broken up and then the missing guard rail along the other side of the highway.on Route 77- all traffic on the road was actually stopped for a time
Thunderstorms, lightning, magnificent clouds, sunlight behind clouds, wet pavement and teaming rain, then some bright sun for the weather report.
Shooting through glass is never ideal. I got to be in the passenger seat this trip. Good to be back in Ohio with the family, safe and sound.
Ravenswood Trailer Park
Ravenswood Bridge connecting West Virginia and Ohio a two lane cantilevered bridge
Driving Over the Ohio River on Ravenswood Bridge
Side of a truck trailer parked, taken through the driver’s side from the passenger seat
Clouds and smoke at dusk
Smokestack through the driver’s window
Nelsonville Ohio Information on the Hocking Valley Scenic Railway if you are thinking of taking an old fashioned train ride
It was late when I left for home cause I went to photograph the girl’s softball game and
because the Bigelow Blvd. ramp was closed, I had to follow a lengthy detour.
I found myself in bumper to bumper traffic at a standstill on one of the most awful roads- Route 28. It is ALWAYS under construction.
And there I saw this abandoned boat along the busy highway.
It took my mind of my impatience at not being home yet, having to wait.
I wondered how it got there. To whom did it belong?
It’s like being in a coffee shop and suddenly understanding why someone writing a screenplay is sitting there, working. A snippet of conversation overheard. You write a script. You get ideas.
I heard the guy say to the woman at the next table, “You have a certain lyrical unexpectedness.” (inaudible response from her) Him again, ” I played in a bar last night.”
So what’s the story of the boat? And the next scene just a few feet later, a few more car lengths down?
or the next scene when the traffic stopped again. These scenes just make you wonder.
Or if I hadn’t been stopped, would I have seen them?
I’ve seen women brush on mascara at a red light, adjust the rearview mirror, apply lipstick.
Lots of coffee drinking. Dancing. Singing.
Cereal eating. Bagel noshing. People talk on the phone.
Guess who found this shot last summer? That’s right. On the way to swim practice.
Granddaughter Anna (9). Remember her photograph of the pickup truck full of mannequin legs?
“Look! That guy’s brushing his teeth!”
(An electric/battery toothbrush!) You just wonder where he would spit!
I had the camera in my bag and got it out as quick as I could. My daughter-in-law was driving so that was good.
This is the shot I was able to get as we passed. He was getting ready to exit.
I was filling up the tank and a stink bug started crawling up the car window. Caught his climb with the iPhone and the reflection of the parked car and building make for an interesting perspective. At least to me. He is definitely a bit soft on the focus but I still liked the composition. Plus he looks about the size of the other car! BIG!
Last Thursday I was driving back home to Pittsburgh from New York City. I was looking for coffee and exited from Interstate 78. Drove a few miles and couldn’t find any and ended up turning around on US Route 22. I looked over my shoulder and saw the early morning sun hitting the shiny diner. Did a little research and found a listing on a blog all about Endangered Diners in New Jersey. If you have a dream of saving a diner, this might be the place for you. Once you cut through the underbrush and greenery you’ll be able to decide. Seriously, it is sad to see such ruin and decay. Breakfast in a decent diner is my dream meal. Well, one of them. I like all things DINER. You can see a close-up photo on the link above or here.
The list of activities is long
Eating, talking on the phone, putting on makeup, shaving with an electric razor, texting, singing, listening to music, drinking coffee. How about this one?
But I have never seen an electric toothbrush at work in this location!
No kidding. And this shot spotted by granddaughter Anna from the back of the van on our way to her Buckeyes swim practice.
Incongruent architecture styles side by side. Old schoolhouse or church next to a new double-wide. Old Washington Ohio along Route 70. The Historical Marker at the side of the road said it was the site of a skirmish with General John H Morgan’s Confederate Raiders. How many signs have the word “skirmish” in them? I read there are three confederates buried in the cemetery. Population (last census) of Old Washington 265. Why the fire hydrant right next to the historical marker? Scroll down for second image.