My mother photographed at Starved Rock Park, Illinois in 1939.
see link for information on St.Peter sandstone
Sounds like a horrific history as I read the explanation of the naming of this huge park in Illinois. “
Here’s the story “Starved Rock State Park derives its names from a Native American legend of injustice and retribution. In the 1760s, Pontiac (Chief of the Ottawa tribe) was slain by an Illiniwek while attending a tribal council in southern Illinois. According to the legend, during one of the battles that subsequently occurred to avenge his killing, a band of Illiniwek, under attack by a band of Potawatomi (allies of the Ottawa) sought refuge atop a 125-foot sandstone butte. The Ottawa and Potawatomi surrounded the bluff and held their ground until the hapless Illiniwek died of starvation—giving rise to its name Starved Rock.”
Thirteen miles of hiking trails.
“Starved Rock State Park is a wilderness area on the Illinois River containing steep sandstone canyons formed by glacial meltwater. A few canyons: St. Louis, French and Wildcat canyons have waterfalls. Wooded trails lead to Lover’s Leap Overlook, with views of the river and the dam. Park wildlife includes white-tailed deer, bald eagles and migratory birds, and reptiles. You can spend all day hiking and have lunch or dinner at the lodge.” Trip Advisor
But look what I found this morning on the way to school. (And yes, I pulled to the side of the road)
I was behind a workman’s truck and saw the silhouette.
Pulled over to the curb, mindful of the time, knew I could wait a minute. Parking brake on, the hill’s steep.
The school bus
and then two students walking to our high school.
Turning onto Brownsville Road
School bus coming down the hill
I was hoping for some separation between the two but not this morning.
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WordPress Blogger just skip down to the collection of Silhouette Gallery photos
So WordPress decided to change the editor where one creates a new post and I just couldn’t see how it is any sort of an improved model. Perhaps it just takes some getting accustomed to the new format?
“No worries, just switch to classic mode” they reassured me at the top of the WordPress Page. I clicked.
And then when you click :PREVIEW the post from the classic mode, it then reverts to the New Editor, it does not stay in “classic mode”
Life is all about change and our ability to adapt to change, right?
But sometimes CHANGE is NOT an improvement.
(And what the heck is the BEEP BEEP BOOP someone created for the loading while you wait? Oh my)
Now back to our regularly scheduled programming and I know talking about computer issues bores people.
MY SILHOUETTE GALLERY – You’ve seen a few of these before if you follow the blog
St. John at Cupples Field South Side
Looking up Murray Avenue
Dinosaur Demolition (you’ve seen this one before)
Celeste as a bride last weekend. I was actually trying to get a good silhouette but it didn’t quite work out.
Winter trees in Highland Park
Another in my winter tree series. Actually I drove through the park today and the snow is gone. See the tree below.
I wanted to post the trees in silhouette, though and the sinking sun behind the trunk.
It ‘s the warmth of the sun on the snow that appeals to me.
My drives through the park after school on my way home have help me appreciate the beauty of the winter.
A different tree but this is the angle of the sun at the time I was driving into the entrance of Highland Park.
Today on the way home, the car thermometer read 63 degrees. Here’s what my trip into the park yielded Monday afternoon. Find the car to check the scale of the tree. Because of the mottled peeled bark, I believe it’s a giant sycamore. Long shadows and blue sky with pretty clouds made it feel like April.
Back and forth, as a pendulum.
Spin round and round simultaneously. Not to mention the height. Oh my.
I shot this angle at dusk.
No, I did not ride it but was fascinated by the long lines of people waiting to get onto it and be scared out of their minds. The screams rated high in decibels.