by Gary Gardiner | May 29, 2013
Cutting grass with a roller mower is My Final Photo for May 29, 2013
First thing in the morning before the day’s heat blankets us a heavy covering of humidity I see a man mowing the small boulevard in front of his Uptown business using a rotary mower. The light is nice. After all, it is early morning and the light is at an angle to create great shadows and depth.
A little more than an hour later as I’m passing nearby I see another mowing crew almost directly across the street. Only they are using a commercial ride-behind mower to cut a similar section of grass. Same type of light and depth.
Grass cutting crew with gasoline powered mowers
Gotta love men and their tools.
by Gary Gardiner | May 29, 2013
Cutting grass with a roller mower is My Final Photo for May 29, 2013
First thing in the morning before the day’s heat blankets us a heavy covering of humidity I see a man mowing the small boulevard in front of his Uptown business using a rotary mower. The light is nice. After all, it is early morning and the light is at an angle to create great shadows and depth.
A little more than an hour later as I’m passing nearby I see another mowing crew almost directly across the street. Only they are using a commercial ride-behind mower to cut a similar section of grass. Same type of light and depth.
Grass cutting crew with gasoline powered mowers
Gotta love men and their tools.
by Gary Gardiner | May 9, 2013
Honeycomb at the Cooper Road Farm – My Final Photo for May 9, 2013
There were many choices for today’s My Final Photo. From abortion protests and free hugs at Otterbein to new spring growth of an ever expanding carpet of poison ivy. Out of it all I chose the simplicity of a piece of honeycomb left for natural recycling at the hives at the Cooper Road farm.
Bee hives at Cooper Road Farm
Hay bales and barn at Cooper Road Farm
by Gary Gardiner | Mar 31, 2013
Farm house on a hiil in Ohio farm country
There’s a lot of farm country near my daughter’s home north of Johnstown.
About two miles away on the crest of a small ridge sits an old farm house recently refurbished from a condition that showed years of abandonment and disrepair. It now has new siding, roof, a mowed front yard, cars in the garage, and is filled with the sounds of family.
What hasn’t changed is the wonderful perspective I get from the bottom end of the eastern rise of that small hill. The house, garage, and trees make near perfect stencil cut silhouettes against the setting sun and sky almost every time I visit.
The exact shape and color of the sky is always different. Sometimes, depending on the season, the sun sets directly behind the house, its bright orange orb dominating the frame.
Other days, like Easter Sunday, it’s the clouds that make the statement allowing the sun to splash its rays through the cloud edges casting inspirational rays across the land.
And, I’ve been there during rain, snow, corn too tall to see over, and drought so hot that the ground cracked and crops shriveled.
What is common about these moments, about the times I pulled a camera to my face, is the house on a hill. A house that is now a home and much more than a silhouette cutout.
by Gary Gardiner | Mar 31, 2013
Farm house on a hiil in Ohio farm country
There’s a lot of farm country near my daughter’s home north of Johnstown.
About two miles away on the crest of a small ridge sits an old farm house recently refurbished from a condition that showed years of abandonment and disrepair. It now has new siding, roof, a mowed front yard, cars in the garage, and is filled with the sounds of family.
What hasn’t changed is the wonderful perspective I get from the bottom end of the eastern rise of that small hill. The house, garage, and trees make near perfect stencil cut silhouettes against the setting sun and sky almost every time I visit.
The exact shape and color of the sky is always different. Sometimes, depending on the season, the sun sets directly behind the house, its bright orange orb dominating the frame.
Other days, like Easter Sunday, it’s the clouds that make the statement allowing the sun to splash its rays through the cloud edges casting inspirational rays across the land.
And, I’ve been there during rain, snow, corn too tall to see over, and drought so hot that the ground cracked and crops shriveled.
What is common about these moments, about the times I pulled a camera to my face, is the house on a hill. A house that is now a home and much more than a silhouette cutout.
