Catching the First Morning Light

Catching the First Morning Light

I'm up before the sun most days, but don't always get the chance to capture photos of the first light. For photographs, iIt can only be compared to the light just before sunset, but I think the morning light has much more going for it.
Fog, dew, haze, frost- so many little things that add interest to a photograph, not to mention to a morning walk. While these moments can be captured, it's almost impossible to capture the feeling of being immersed in "the morning." You need your other senses to get the full experience.

The Last Set

The Last Set

A few minutes before 1:00 am, the crowd thins out at Chicago's legendary Green Mill Lounge. A few minutes before, patrons lined the floor shoulder to shoulder. Playing to standing room only crowds every Thursday night for over ten years, the 15 piece Swing Shift Orchestra plays big band jazz complete with old time commercials, for a taste of a 1930's radio show.
The lounge opened in 1907, and continues to this day. Al Capone frequented the lounge back in the 20's (his favorite booth is just behind the dancers).

Forgotten

Teeter Totter

On the edge of a tiny town in northwest Indiana, kids play on a teeter totter left to decay in an overgrown playground of the empty Lincoln School.

Replaced with a new school a few miles away, the Lincoln School closed well over a decade ago. The monkey bars and teeter totters wait in silence for local children, but rarely if ever are used.

"Old School" Playground

Purchased by a local businessman, the school was used for a time for special events and parties, but now the "for sale" sign begs for a new owner.

I'm not sure what a small town could do with a building like this, but it's sad to see it stand empty, with only the echoes of the children who once roamed the halls, played in the playground, and sang behind the now boarded-up doors.

Basking in the Late Summer Sun

Basking in the Late Summer Sun

A small sunflower basks in the warm summer sun at the foot of a Lake Michigan sand dune.

Contrary to popular belief, sunflowers do not track the sun from morning to evening. You can see this proven here, by the shadows on the petals.

Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore

No More Apples

No More Apples

Each Fall, we'd drive out to Eberly Orchards near North Liberty, Indiana to pick apples. The kids enjoyed it. There are countless "you pick" apple orchards around the Midwest, but none could compare to Eberly's.

Eberly Orchard

Visiting Eberly's was a walk into the past. From the hand pruned apple trees, to the old, rustic barn used as the store front, time seemed to freeze around 1949.

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Upon walking into the barn, visitors were surrounded by hand written notes and signs - mostly jokes or riddles written by the owner. Hand made wooden shelves held a variety of fresh-picked apples, and a small assortment of empty bags for the u-pick adventurous type.

There was no such thing as a quick visit, as Mr. Eberly would talk at length to every customer as if he'd known them all his life. Kids would be questioned as to what they should do with the core of the apples they eat in the orchard. His response:

Boy: Apple core!
Friend: Baltimore!
Boy: Who's your friend?
Friend: Me!
Then throw the apple core at the person who said 'me'.

Before heading out into the orchard, Mr. Eberly would take an apple or two off the shelf and cut it into sections for you to try.

Only a few acres in size, the orchard was not fancy or manicured, simply left to nature. The trees had dozens of apples underneath, left to rot and fertilize the trees. The types of apples were written on white, plastic can lids, then hung from the branches of the first trees in each row. Eberly could tell you from the barn, exactly which row had Empire, or Red Delicious, "The fifth row is Empire, then the next two rows are Red Delicious, but they're not ready yet. Go over three more rows and you'll see the Gala."

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After filling up our bags, we'd head back to the barn. Mr. Eberly would stop and see what we picked. All five of us would hold a half peck bag. The hand penned sign on the shelf read $2 a half peck. Of course he would ignore the sign and say," That'll be $5" -never full price. I think he remained in business just to visit with his customers.

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On a wooden counter near the door was an antique cash register used to ring up sales. A few clicks of the number keys and a ratcheting sound followed by a bell, and the cash drawer would open up. He'd put in the money, then continue to talk. On the way out, he often offered the kids peacock feathers he collected from the peacocks that roamed his farm.

While I'm sure we can find lots of u-pick orchards around the county, I don't think we'll ever bother going apple picking again - it won't be the same.

As his hand written retirement sign stated.... "Thanks for the memories."

Little Fireworks

Little Fireworks

Found throughout the wooded areas of the Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore, these flowers remind me of little fireworks.

Called Blazing Star, the flowers are star shaped when fully open.

Vivid Red

Vivid Red

The old saying, "Red sky at night, sailor's delight" was proven wrong on Saturday night. This glowing, red sunset preceded an overnight rain shower in LaPorte County, Indiana.

World War II Days

Machine Gunner

Each September, the Lockport, Illinois Park District presents reenactments of either the Civil War or World War II. This year, WWII was represented, and the final battle of the weekend depicted the capture of a small Polish village in 1939.

This early on in the war, the allied forces weren't formed, and the Polish fought to prevent a German advance.

Mort a Boche!
Here, a battle-damaged house shows signs of Polish resistance: Mort a Boche - a derogatory way of saying, "Death to Germans"

Reflections on the Little Calumet River

Reflections on the Little Calumet River

Using a fallen Cottonwood tree as a natural bridge, I walked out to the middle of the Little Calumet River to check out the view up river. The end of summer is near, yet flowers still populate the distant bank.

The river was so lazy, the current could hardly be detected.

Posing on the River

Posing on the River

Dan poses on a fallen Cottonwood tree spanning the Little Calumet River. Not sure how deep the water is right here (probably not more than two feet or so), but this tree made the perfect natural bridge.

Color Along the Little Calumet River

Little Calumet River

A Labor Day weekend walk along the bank of the Little Calumet River was quite peaceful and relaxing. Some Goldenrod on the far bank gave the landscape a pop of color.

Baby Turtle

Baby Turtle

This tiny turtle was found swimming in a small inland lake in LaPorte County, Indiana. Not much larger than a quarter, he seems almost too small for this time of year.

We put him back in the water, near some cover to help him hide from predators. Maybe we'll see him again next year.

Arrival

Arrival

A father and son arrive at Central Beach on a beautiful August morning. No wind, no rip currents, and around 80 degrees - the perfect day for children to safely enjoy Lake Michigan.

Lots of people are back in school and away at college, so the beaches are no longer packed to capacity.

Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore

Falls of the Ohio

Fossil Beds

The recent dry weather has lowered the Ohio River quite a bit, revealing the fossil beds of the Falls of the Ohio State Park in Clarksville, IN. Louisville can be seen a mile across the river, behind the Fourteenth Street Bridge, built in 1868. The longest span of the bridge is 644 feet over the fossil beds of the near bank and another span crosses the lock and dam on the far bank. The bridge is still used for railroad traffic today.

The Falls of the Ohio offers views of thousands if not millions of fossils embedded in the limestone bedrock. It's an expansive place. To get an idea of how large, look for the people near the center of this photograph; they're standing on the rocky bank.
Ohio River Looking Out to Louisville

Old Water Tower

Old Water Tower

On a hike around Mississippi Palisades State Park, we walked around the bend and encountered this old water tower rising up from a field filled with blossoming milkweed. No doubt a haven for Monarch butterflies flying around the Mississippi River.

Cooling Off

Cooling Off

Children and adults alike cool off in the Whirlpool Compass Fountain in St. Joseph, Michigan. Just steps from Silver Beach, Lake Michigan, and the downtown shopping district, the fountain provided some much needed relief from the 90 plus degree sun.

Every few minutes, the top nozzles blast water overhead. In between sprays, dozens of small fountains of water come up from the ground providing lots of opportunities to cool off.

Sunset After the Storm

Sunset After the Storm

Following some afternoon storms, the sun made a brief appearance over the lake. The trees still dripping with moisture, glistened as the fog rolled in the distance.

Dye House

Dye House

In 1860 John Dye lived on this 120 acre farm along with his wife , four children and six slaves. They raised corn, wheat, and hay on the nearby rolling hills. In 1862 Confederate General Simon Bolivar Buckner commandeered this house for his headquarters during the historic Battle of Perryville, which took place about a mile away. The house was used as a field hospital after the battle. Blood stains can still be seen on the floors of the upstairs rooms.

General Buckner later became Governor of the Commonwealth of Kentucky, and was the “Gold Democrat’s” vice presidential nominee in 1896. He died near Munfordville, Kentucky in 1914.

Sloan's Crossing Pond

Sloan's Crossing Pond

In the midst of a 104 degree afternoon, we hiked around the mostly shaded Sloan's Crossing Pond. This pond is located in Mammoth Cave National Park, Kentucky, and was formed by a sinkhole. The park is riddled with sinkholes, formed when the cave ceilings below failed and caved in. This particular sinkhole filled with water and created this small pond.

Even in the oppressive heat, the area immediately surrounding the water was teeming with life. Birds, frogs, lizards and countless other beings rustling nearby branches.

This image was created by stitching together eight individual photos.

Bluegrass Morning

Bluegrass Morning

In the midst of a string of 100 plug degree days, the rolling countryside of Hardin County, Kentucky showed signs of drought. Overnight, fog would fill the fields with a trace of moisture, only to evaporate before quenching the parched ground.

This field seemed relatively healthy, possibly due to it's low-lying location. Many other fields were brown, and several creeks were completely dry.