I finally hauled myself out of bed early this morning for a short walk at Paintsville Lake. It was quiet and beautiful, with the early morning light, calm water, woods, and fog. Beauty, like Art, like Literature, like God, is a mystery, and one that we should strive, not necessarily to understand, but simply to appreciate and experience. And, of course, if we have a camera handy. . .
First, some pictures of Ann’s flowers that I took this week.
I also went to the Printer area of Floyd County early this morning and took these pictures.
It’s late October and the glory of fall colors has past. I’m frankly tired of the over-saturated pictures that have flooded my Facebook page anyhow. Hey, pretty much everyone with a digital camera has done it at one time or another, including me, so I’m not casting stones here. But as the colors fade, my thoughts tend to turn more to local history.
This airstrip is built in Blockhouse Bottom, the spot of the original blockhouse in this part of the world. It was to this blockhouse that Jenny Wiley fled after being captured by natives in 1789. A raft had to be constructed and taken across the Levisa Fork of the River to get her and bring her back to the blockhouse, just before her captors appeared. It was here that the Auxier family settled. And it was here that three year old Elijah Auxier disappeared into the forest in 1796 and never returned.
Beside the airstrip is a small pond, surrounded by cattails.
I love October. The cool mornings make coffee extra good. Spiders apparently agree. When I pulled a bag of coffee from the special dark cubbyhole in my kitchen yesterday, I felt a tickling in my hand. It was a big spider. I took him outside (after I stopped screaming), to join his mates, like those that made these webs.
Another good thing about October mornings – fog! I went to one of my favorite places today, near Printer here in Floyd County.
For some reason, autumn always kindles my interest in building a model railroad layout. I had not felt the urge yet this year. That may have changed this morning.
I had forgotten that the Red White and Blue Festival was this weekend in Martin. It wrapped up yesterday, but there were still reminders.
After I took that overlook shot of Martin above, I turned around and was reminded of one of the most important rules in photography. When you have finished taking the picture, turn around!
The days are getting short enough now, and the sun rises late enough, that I was able to haul my lazy self out of bed and head out for some foggy shots around 8:30 this morning. These are all from the Dewey Lake and Big Sandy River areas near home.