The view from a footbridge in Tugalo Park, Ga., a cool, leafy primitive camp and picnic area surrounding Yonah Dam in the North Georgia mountains. This neck of the woods winds across the border into South Carolina and back again, and from here it’s just a short drive to two Georgia waterfalls, Tallulah and Toccoa.
The James Wilkins House Bed and Breakfast was my home away from home during the Labor Day weekend of 2011. The Queen Anne home was built in 1894 and is located in Campbellsburg, Ind. It is about 30 miles from the resort communities of West Baden Springs and French Lick. I love everything about this house, right down to the purple side door.
One early summer day a few years ago, I was clicking away in my sister’s yard in suburban Atlanta, mostly concentrating on the plethora of flora on display. Her boxer, Cricket, a most contented canine who would never dream of leaving her people when off leash, meandered down the sidewalk and then stood, transfixed. When I saw the preserved image, I thought she was gorgeous enough to be Miss June on a 12 Months of Beautiful Boxers calendar. Certainly, I love the dog and am biased, but I have to say, virtually each time we walked together at a neighborhood park, we were stopped by at least one passer by who said, “That is one of the most beautiful dogs I’ve ever seen.” What can we say? She rocks that brindle look.
121 Lavenia Lane, my grandparents’ home in Magnolia, Ky., was quite a lifeforce, just as my grandparents themselves. As a child and teenager, the homeplace was closely clipped, pruned, painted, and “picked up,” but of course as my grandparents got older, a type of wildness crept into the place. But even the wildness had a beauty of its own. In those last years, the flower beds were always full but never planted, the blooms appeared voluntarily from the countless plants set over 50-odd years of living and gardening. And, although many basic chores were forgotten by my grandmother, she always kept the porch and carport swept clean. If there were puddles, she’d up-end the broom so the bristles would dry without warping … so perhaps not so very wild really.
When things stick out of their surroundings, I like to photograph them. I cannot explain the surface of this tree–if it is healthy, sick, stripped or simply a softwood in the midst of a forest of hardwoods–but it caught my eye. The addition of the vine traveling up the surface made it even more interesting to me.
October was a temperature roller coaster in Louisville this year. Yes, it got seasonably cool but the mercury went right back up into late spring/summer temps for several days. Consequently, fall has been gradual and extended this year, and I am grateful. I’d seen some gorgeous ginkos not far from my home last year but missed getting pictures. The fact that the ground was pretty wet and the sky a bit gloomy on Friday didn’t dampen my joy at finding these beauties at peak. No photos can do justice to the real thing but here are my tries from last week.
According to hotel history, when completed in 1902, the lobby of the West Baden (Ind.) Springs Hotel was the largest domed structure in the world. Many “experts” predicted the structure would collapse on itself but the architect was so confident he positioned himself in the rafters when the supports were removed. (No word on how he got down.)
The lobby of the West Baden (Ind.) Springs Hotel is 200 feet in diameter with a ceiling 100 feet high. You do not have to be a guest of the hotel to enjoy the space, shops and restaurants.
Because nothing says fun for the weekend like a picture of your nephew being eaten by a giant baseball glove at the Louisville Slugger Museum!