Pictures of me chasing Deirdre and other things April 2008

March 4, 2009 By admin | Filed Under Family, Farm Life, nature, People | Comments Off on Pictures of me chasing Deirdre and other things April 2008 

By Owen.
These are nice pictures, aren’t they? Actully, Cadie took ’em. Good for her. They are nice pictures. I’m chasing Deirdre in some of those. I like chasing people. Call me weird, but It’ll just make me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. There is dad, working in the garden. Oh yeah, these pictures are really from April 2008. Back then we had ducks, but they got out of the fence that needed repairing at the time. They found our “flood blocker pond” that was full at the time. As I recall we left ’em out (not that it was much of a diffrence from being IN the fence, but..) and some animal got ’em. oh well! We don’t have good property for ducks. We need a pond, not a puddle! To give you an idea how busted the fence was, look at the picture of caleb and the chickens! In the last picture, caleb is playing with clay.

Blackberry Picking

February 26, 2009 By admin | Filed Under Blackberry picking, nature | Comments Off on Blackberry Picking 

By Cadie

Every year, in August, we go blackberry picking on a kindly neighbor’s property. There’s a long steep hill to walk up, with a great view of the opposite hill as you get higher. When you get high enough, you can see two layers of hills, the more distant one often being a hazy blue. On the nearer hill, you can actually see the road we live on. One time when we were coming down from picking blackberries, we saw Dad coming home from work–like a little toy car on a tiny road on the hill.

We always pick some blackberries on the hill, before moving on to the woods. The kindly neighbor’s goats follow us and eat blackberries, too–pricker stems and all. Evan is always very amused by them, despite the nuisance of them eating what we were trying to pick, and remarks that he wishes he were a goat because they make the prickers sound so tasty. They certainly crunch and munch in a most satisfied way (never enough to make a difference considering the large amount of blackberry brambles that are growing all over, though). They always turn and go back once we have go higher up the hill, where it gets even steeper.

The steep hill levels out as you get closer to the woods, and there is a wide mown path to walk on. At first there seems to be nothing but trees around you and no blackberries; the blackberry brambles are more hidden in the woods. If you keep walking, there are blackberries growing close to the path, but if you want to get a lot you have to wander off the path and look for patches of them.

The very first times we went, we did a lot of exploring and discovered many thickets and patches, some of them as full of berries as they were of thorns, others consisting of densely tangled, thick thorn brambles which we fought our way through (at least I did) to find not very many berries within. It was more of an adventure back then. Nowadays, most of us generally just stick to picking the berries growing close to the path. This is due in part to the fact that some of the patches we used to go to weren’t technically part of the aformentioned kindly neighbor’s property–and that leg of the trail is blocked off, and many of the blackberries mown down. There’s a patch off the path I still go to every year, though. Once you’ve entered the woods and continued on the path for a while, there is a spot where there are blackberry brambles growing right up close to the path on both sides. Everyone else stops and picks here, while I turn off the path into the woods just before that area.

Pretty soon I start seeing little prickers here and there, which on a good blackberry picking year are full of berries. I follow them, like a trail of crumbs, to a patch of blackberries farther in–not really a thicket, but some of the brambles are almost an inch thick (actually, you shouldn’t trust my estimate–I just know they’re thick!), and they’re taller than the little ones you find scattered elsewhere. The blackberries on these brambles are, on a good year, very big and juicy. Even on a bad year, when the littler brambles only have little dry seedy things, I can always rely on getting some decent berries out of that patch. Farther down and over from this patch are a row of more brambles, more bent and more in the shade.

I usually pick every berry I see on all the scattered, small brambles as I pass them, and all I can get out of first patch, and then as I pick like crazy out of the brambles in the shade I start to get nagging feelings that I should be getting back to the main path. But then I see some more berries to this side, which I just have to pick, and some more to that side which I of course want to pick as well, and catch a glimpse of more yonder over there…until Titi calls out, “Cadie?” By that time she and the the others are ready to move on to another spot. I call back and make my way back to the path. Stopping just to pick a few more, of course. “Cadie?” Titi calls again, and I guiltily say “Coming!” and force myself to stop looking at berries and get to the path.

We often talk and joke while picking berries on the hill, and sometimes when in the woods I can hear little snatches of voices of the other members of the blackberry-picking expedition talking, as I am off in my own little world. The younger kids, on the other hand, get bored and tired of blackberry picking sooner, especially when it’s hot and the picking isn’t good. Deirdre we haven’t tried taking yet, except one time when she when she was 3, when we were going with some relatives, and she was mostly carried on the shoulders. The time Caleb got to come, he wound up just sitting on the path in the woods miserably. So we usually don’t take anyone younger than Owen; Caleb and Deirdre enjoy just eating the berries when we get home. (With admonishments to “not eat TOO many!”)

The year before last–2007–was a bad one for picking, though not as bad as some years have been which were really dry. This year (or I should actually say last year), summer 2008, was much better. We were able to go picking several times, and got a substantial amount of berries each time for the amount of time we spent picking. The first time it was Evan, Justin, Owen, and myself. They seemed pleased with how it went, as they seemed to be expecting it to be like last year, and kind of groaned when I was soliciting them to come for that year’s blackberry picking. I tried to tell them I thought it would be better this year, at least, I hoped (after all, we had got more rain than last year, it seemed to me, and the blackberries in our fields were doing good…). They knew better than to take my word for it, and were ready to have a boring time–but came anyway, being good sports. They seemed surprised when there were actually blackberries to pick, all around. And they weren’t seedy! And they didn’t taste terrible! Last year when we tasted them we often said “Ptuluagh!” or some such. This year instead it was: “Mm! That was really good!” in a rather surprised voice.

There’s a world of difference between the way they taste in good years and bad years. On the bad years–when there wasn’t enough rain or sun (blackberries like lots of both)–the berries seem to have a variety of weird tastes. Sometimes they’re just seedy, or really squishy and tasteless, sometimes they have a faint metallic taste, sometimes they have a STRONG metallic taste, and sometimes they have some other weird bad taste. But the berries are not rotten, and they taste fine in pies. On the good years, the berries are positively scrumptious, and it’s hard not to keep snitching them out of the pail as you walk down, and as you ride home. One time, when he was about 7 or 8, Owen’s pail was empty by the time we got home. It’s to be admitted, though, that he only had a thin covering on his pail to begin with. Nowadays he picks a good half or three-quarters of a bucket and probably gobbles less out of it than I do my own bucket.

As we were walking back from picking, someone said, “Hey look! There’s the tree Evan climbed last year!” Evan had shinnied (Justin and I attempted but our attempts were feeble and unsuccessful) up a very skinny tree (sapling?) last year, being bored, and it snapped on him. There it was by the path, snapped in the middle. It’s too bad about the tree, but it was probably the highlight of the blackberry picking for them that year. If I can get around to posting the photos from blackberry picking that year, I have pictures of him up in the tree–and some blurry ones taken moments after he fell. 😛 He didn’t get hurt.

Anyway, besides me coming with Evan, Justin, and Owen, we also went with Teman a second time and with Titi a third time. These pictures are from the first two times. I must admit a lot are pictures of the clouds. (Well hey, when I’m picking, I can’t take too many pictures! But when you’re walking down the hill, you can take plenty.) Some pictures are a little out of order i.e a few photos from the second time mixed in with the first time.

August 14 and 17, 2008:

Evan and Justin getting ready to move on, smallerTeman and others coming up the hillblackberry pickingblackberries low down on the hillJustin picking blackberriesscenicgoat munching leavesEvan and justin walking down to the house ahead of usOwen, Justin, Evan walking along pickingEvan and Justin walking up the hillEvan and Justin on the hillEvan, Justin, Owen walking up the hill looking backLooking down at hill with South St on itI forgetpuffy clouds and distant hillneat cloudsEvan Justin Owen walking up the hill resizedevan and justin walking side by sidewalking along grassy pathwalking along grassy path2Walking along grassy path before woodsEvan walking along pathblackberriesblackberries close upblackberries close up2blackberries close up 3clouds framed by leavesview of hill as we walk downripening blackberriesabout to pick a blackberryabout to pick a blackberry2evan and owen picking blackberries along the pathevan and owen picking blackberries along the path2Justin picking blackberries in the woodsJustin picking blackberries verticalEvan picking blackberries

Pictures of the moon from September 2006

January 28, 2009 By admin | Filed Under nature, night sky | 3 Comments 

By Cadie

These are some pictures I took of the moon and one of the apple trees in Sep 06. I was trying to get not just a “moon shot”, but an actual nighttime composition so to speak. I tried to position it so that it the apple tree branches were touching the moon “just so”; so it would look like the moon was on the tip of a leaf, or cradled between two branches.

Most of the pictures were taken with a Canon PowerShot S2IS 12X zoom family digital camera. The seven last ones were with a Nikon Coolpix 5900, my digital camera until it broke. With the Canon one, I fiddled with the aperture and the shutter speed; with the Nikon one, I don’t you could manually, so I must’ve used their pre-set settings, like perhaps Night Scene–it did pretty good considering that.

moon bright Moon bright1 Apple tree branches in moon-glow The moon a bright ball amidst apple tree branches The moon and apple tree branches The moon in the apple tree branches2 Branches cradling the moon Most detailed picture of the moon (though still grainy) Moon peeping out from behind apple tree leaves Moon peeping from behind leaves2 (this actually wasn’t taken as a vertical) Moon hiding behind apple tree leaves apple tree leaves silhouette moon peeping from behind leaves horizontal Small moon through apple tree leaves Small moon through apple tree leaves2 moon vertical1 Zoom in of moon and branchlets Tiny moon on a leaf Moon cradled in apple tree leaves Moon underneath silhouetted apple tree leaves moon surrounded by apple tree leaves moon with dark tree silhouettes around Moon Nikon1 Moon Nikon2 Moon Nikon3 Moon Nikon4 Moon Nikon5 Moon Nikon6 moon nikon7

Morning glories

September 3, 2008 By admin | Filed Under flowers, nature | Comments Off on Morning glories 

Way too many pictures of my morning glories. But they were crying out to me, asking to be photographed!

Glacier Star morning glory vine reaching out, trying to find something to twist aroundEarly Call dark purple bloom, really close upEarly Call dark purple bloomDark purple Early Call morning glory bloomClose up of Early Call dark purple bloomEarly Call dark purple bloom close upEarly Call pink bloomEarly Call dark purple bloom upward facingEarly Call dark purple bloom profileGlacier Star vine going up the gateEarly Call purple white-lined two flowersEarly Call leaf with two flowersEarly Call purple white-lined flower close-up2Early Call purple white-lined flower close-upEarly Call poor beat-up white-rimmed pink-throated blueEarly Call vine tenderly working upwardEarly Call leaf close-upEarly Call poor beat-up white-rimmed pink-throated blue2Glacier Star vine reaching outGlacier Star vine going up the gateGlacier Star morning glories working up towards gateGlacier Star morning glories starting to climb up the gateGlacier Star morning glory vines on the left side of the gateGrandpa Otts close-up4Grandpa Otts single bloom7Grandpa Otts single bloom vertical4Grandpa Otts close-up crinklyGrandpa Otts blooming on the other side of the fence2Grandpa Otts blooming upward2 verticalGrandpa Otts close-up5Grandpa Otts close-up bloom profile2Grandpa Otts close-up profileGrandpa Otts upward bloom close-upGrandpa Otts two blooms horizontal3They only look this bright when the sun is shining directly behind them.Grandpa Otts crinkly close-upGrandpa Otts single bloomGrandpa Otts very purply close-upGlacier Star vines near the end of the fence verticalGlacier Star vines curling around poleGlacier Star vines reaching out verticalGrandpa Otts crinkly bloom in focusA more zoomed-out view of the morning glories on the left side section of fenceGrandpa Otts proliferations of blooms vertical2Grandpa Otts proliferations of blooms vertical closer-inGrandpa Otts proliferations of blooms vertical1Grandpa Otts proliferations of morning glories closer inGrandpa Otts single bloom5Grandpa Otts tangle of vinesGrandpa Otts tangle of vines two bloomsGrandpa Otts morning glory looks earlier in the morningGrandpa Otts close-up8 more bluishGrandpa Otts flower clusters more blueGrandpa Otts two bloom vertical2Grandpa Otts tangle of vines one wrapped around another single bloomGrandpa Otts bloom profileGrandpa Otts1Grandpa Otts close-up2Grandpa Otts cloom with large Glacier Star leaf underneathGrandpa Otts two blooms facing each other bluishGrandpa Otts two blooms horizontalGrandpa Ott’s close-up3Grandpa Otts blooming on the other side of the fenceMorning glory vines morning glory looking upwardGrandpa Otts two bloomsGrandpa Otts vines and bloomsGrandpa Otts single bloom profile verticalThis is up near the top of the Grandpa Ott’s morning glories that grew quite thickly on the right side of the gate.Grandpa Otts blooming down near the bottom where the chicks get fedGrandpa Otts two blooms verticalThis is one of my favorite photos of the Grandpa Ott’s.Grandpa Otts single bloom2Grandpa Otts single bloom8 bright purpleGrandpa Otts two blooms horizontal2Grandpa Otts vine crawling up fence dusky morning3Grandpa Otts vine crawling up fence dusky morning4Grandpa Otts tangle of vines two blooms2Grandpa Otts single bloom4 light and bright pur
pleGrandpa Otts again

Cool sunset pictures

June 14, 2008 By admin | Filed Under nature | Comments Off on Cool sunset pictures 

Looking out the window, a bluish cloud with a golden lining caught my eye. It’s not too uncommon to see a cloud with a bright lining, but usually it’s with bright white sunlight; this one was striking with its delicate, glowing-golden outline. When I dashed out to take a picture of that, I saw the whole sky in the west was glowing with a sunset.

In most of these pictures the camera was focusing on the sky and underexposing it slightly, which captures the burning, glowing look it had. In one or two of the pictures the camera is compensating for the ground, and the sky is overexposed, but you can see some of the pinkish tones it had in real life.

Golden-lined cloudClose-up of golden rimmed cloudGold-lined cloud in the golden-glowing skyGolden-glowing skyWillow tree silhouettedMolten metal skyBurning clouds in a pinkish skyMolten metal cloudsSoftly pencil-rimmed cloudBright-rimmed cloud in a dreamy skyMisty distant hillMisty distant hill2One last picture of the golden sky and golden-lined cloud

Rundy's Paintings

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Rundy's Drawings

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Biking in Sub-Zero Temps

February 7, 2008 By admin | Filed Under Family, People | Comments Off on Biking in Sub-Zero Temps 

Sub-zero Fahrenheit is cold.

Dawn is just breaking over the horizon in the post bike ride pictures.

Yes, Rundy really went riding that early. And yes, it was that cold.


Snapshot of Spring

February 7, 2008 By admin | Filed Under nature | Comments Off on Snapshot of Spring 

These are some spring photos from home. Photos taken by Rundy


Chicken Butchering

February 7, 2008 By admin | Filed Under Farm Life | Comments Off on Chicken Butchering 


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