My attempt at capturing some interesting photos of orange stuff was pretty lame. But at least I tried.
I just don’t get out enough.
One good thing, though. I did finally lose the inhibitions with regard to taking pictures at the grocery store/supermarket. Here’s proof.
That shot would’ve been more relevant if they’d used the Orange Crush boxes to make the football guy. But at least there’s ORANGE in there. And you have to admit, the football player fashioned from Dr. Pepper boxes is pretty creative.
Sunday afternoon, while making a pot of delicious French Onion Soup, I decided some wine was in order. I knew Shannon would agree, so I got out the wine tags to mark our glasses. I got to be the one with the ORANGE on her head. It’s there, really. There are some grapes, a banana, and an orange. I just HAD to take a picture.
Really though, despite the fact that this is October, and I’m sure 95% of the You Capture posts will feature pumpkins or squash, pumpkins were not the first thing that popped to mind when I saw that orange was to be the theme.
While it would have been cooler to go in person to see the first orange thing that popped into my mind, I couldn’t. I didn’t have time. And Hubby would have been upset if I’d gone off without him to see this particular orange thing.
Wanna know what it is?
The picture isn’t great, but it’s the best I could do.
Since we spent a week riding BMW motorcycles through the Alps, I have become obsessed. I want one. I think an orange one would be pretty cool. Although they come in a pretty awesome blue-green color, too.
Can’t you see me on one of these? (I’ll have to lose the assless leather chaps, but it’ll be worth it.)
Do I get extra points for incorporating a self-portrait into the orange display? I should. Not that points are actually awarded or anything…
If you’d like to see lots of pictures that I am SURE are way better than my lame attempts, visit Beth’s blog for this week’s You Capture entries.
Now that I’ve mentioned this place several times, I guess it’s about time to share more of the pictures. Although the motorcycle vacation was primarily about the ride (NOT the destination), the side trip to Shaker Village of Pleasant Hill [Kentucky] was all about destination.
Shaker Village is on the US National Park Service’s National Register of Historic Places. That means, if you’d like to know a brief something about why Shakers would interest me, READ THIS. Actually, I’ll tell you why they interested me, because I knew Hubby would get a kick out of seeing the old, restored buildings AND examples/demonstrations of Shaker furniture-making. That Hubby of mine is not only very handsome (and smart, and funny, and great at baking cinnamon rolls), he’s also very good at woodworking. I should emphasize VERY GOOD. Not just ’cause he built us a house (I was the unskilled laborer), but because he can actually make furniture and other stuff, too.
In the “other stuff” category is this workbench, which he built to help with the furniture-making process.
Then there’s the very nice TV-surround thing he built in our family room.
And here’s our awesome (and huge) bed.
Since this picture was taken, he’s also made two matching night stands. Our room is no longer Southwest-style either. I still like that look, we just got tired of looking at it. It’s much more contemporary now. Anyhoo…
I knew Hubby would like the whole Shaker thing. So when I stumbled across the Shaker Village Web site, and saw it was not too terribly far away from the mountains, I thought it might be interesting. When I saw that there is an inn on the premises — The Inn at Shaker Village — I knew we HAD to go. The very brief description I saw of the place was enough to convince me.
“The Inn encompasses more than 70 guest rooms, suites and private cottages spread throughout 13 restored 19th century buildings. Inn accommodations feature Shaker reproduction furniture, hardwood flooring and private baths.”
That’s how I tend to do my travel planning. It’s never all about me. I try to find stuff everyone can enjoy. Of course, learning there was yet another element to Shaker Village didn’t hurt my decision either…
You know how I like critters. Especially cows. I just KNEW there’d be cows. That didn’t influence my decision a bit. 🙂
There was even a bull! Sort of. He looked like a bull. And was grumpy like a bull. But one of my coworkers informed me yesterday that my “bull” isn’t a bull at all. It’s a steer.
But back to the furniture thing. I should have said “woodworking” because there’re also things like this spiral staircase.
That image above is just a snapshot. Again, this wasn’t a ToadMama photography trip. It was a vacation for Hubby and I. So I just took a quick pic and moved on. If you want to see some cool pictures of the complete TWIN SPIRAL STAIRCASE, this link to some Flickr search results of other peoples’ pics might work.
Of course all of the buildings featured those iconic Shaker peg rails. Even I knew what a Shaker peg rail/rack was. What I did not realize was that the rails went entirely around every room. What I also didn’t realize is that the peg rails are far more than coat racks.
Check out the multi-holed candle sconce in that last image. You can’t see the hole in the top of the clock because of the little placard, but the hole is there. Why? So the clock or candle holder in this case can be moved to wherever they are needed. The clock is set at a fixed height, but with five holes in the sconce, it can not only be moved around the room, but the height can be adjusted up or down.
You’ll note that the little cabinet, which houses the TV here, also has those holes/hangers. So even wall cabinets can be moved as needed.
Hubby had more fun pretending the pegs were all for hanging general stuff, though. He did a pretty good job filling the majority of the pegs in our sizable room (about 20′ x 20′ with room for two double beds).
As you can maybe imagine, there were lots of interesting things to see.
I just love the clean lines of the buildings. And the colors, which are reminiscent (maybe even the reason for) colors typical of “primitive” country decor.
I just loved the dark, blue-black color of this outbuilding and MANY of the barns we saw throughout this particular region.
I forgot to mention the rock walls. Rock walls fascinate me. I’m not sure why. Other than the fact that I’ve always found rocks interesting AND love building stuff using Lego’s.
Did I mention the cows?
The cows were either just very friendly OR they liked having their picture taken. Or both.
I commented to the same co-worker who let me know my bull isn’t a bull, that she’d have to tell me why this cow has horns (those teats are made for milking! Remember the Nancy Sinatra song…”those teats are made-for-milking; that’s just what they’ll do; one of these days those teats are gonna shoot milk over you?). I thought only boy cows had horns.
My guess WAS that this was a steer (that’s a boy cow, right?), until I learned that my “bull” is a steer. SIGH.
Can you tell I haven’t spent much time on a farm?
Since I’ve already admitted to my lack of real farm animal knowledge, can someone tell me why this one sheep (or are they goats) appears to be spotted?
There’s a pretty good restaurant at the inn, too. It was the best dinner we’d had all week.
I have to say, I was a bit upset to walk outside and see FOG on Wednesday morning. Not because of what it would mean for riding, but because we were in Middlesboro to see the Cumberland Gap (a pass through the mountains). But all the mountains within view of the hotel were obscured by FOG.
Initially, I’d hoped to leave around 9:00AM. I wanted to spend some time in the national park and have lunch at Cumberland Falls while still allowing enough time to reach our destination before nightfall. Since it was foggy, there was no need to hurry. So we strolled next door for breakfast. It just so happened there was a Hardees mere feet away from our hotel. That is CLASS, right?
Notice who else was there? Here’s a closer look…
After a leisurely breakfast, we moseyed back to our room to pack up our stuff. We were both on a motorcycle. Just how much stuff could we have to pack?
That’s a lot more stuff than one would think, isn’t it? We really were happy to have a luggage cart available. That’s a lot of stuff to schlepp back and forth.
By the time we were finally ready, the fog had cleared. So off to the national park we went.
Take a look at how dirty my poor bike was. Know what’s scary? My legs were just as dirty. My cool, assless leather chaps need polishing!
We didn’t have a whole lot of time to spend at the park, so we hurried off to the Pinnacle Overlook, which is 2,440 feet above the valley floor.
See what we would have missed if the fog hadn’t cleared?
After a nice, long look at the Cumberland Gap, it was back on the bikes for about a 160-mile ride to our final destination. After a nice little cheese-and-crackers lunch at Cumberland Falls.
I think we have more pictures of the two of us during this vacation than ever before. Probably because now I have a point-and-shoot AND my big camera.
Anyway…
We had our lunch, finished a fabulous run through Daniel Boone National Forest, and a splendid ride through the flatter part of Kentucky, ending around 5:30 at the Shaker village.
That’s where we transformed from mountain-riding bikers into somewhat civilized folk.
I’ll share more Shaker Village pictures soon. It was a VERY cool little place. If 3,000 acres is little…
Well, here we’ve been back in Maryland for almost two full days and I haven’t put any more trip info on my blog.
I have a very good reason for that.
Actually, I have THREE very good reasons…
The grandkids spent Saturday night and Sunday with us. Today was Gaige’s birthday party (he’ll be seven on Monday). Originally, just Brianna and Joey were going to visit. But when we got home and I called Amy, she basically said, “Thank GOD you’re home. Come save me!” So she brought all three kids down for the evening. Which was cool. Because when the kids are here, we ALWAYS have something to laugh about.
Like this…
I’m not sure what’s funnier in this picture, the look on Hubby’s face or the boys’ dual looks of mischievous delight.
Between the kids and the dogs, neither of us felt even the slightest bit ignored all weekend.
After Gaige left for his party, Joey “helped” Pop with some repairs to the irrigation system.
Then he played with Belle for a while. I promise, it isn’t nearly as bad as it looks.
Yes, it looks like he’s choking her to death. But he wasn’t. They were playing very nicely. Belle loves kids. But isn’t that picture funny?
Once Joey was down for his nap, Brianna and I made some apple pies.
While I was at the store yesterday, I decided to buy the ingredients I needed to make an apple pie. Once I realized Brianna would be able to help, I went back to the store for more apples so she’d have a pie to take along home. She really likes helping me in the kitchen. With my guidance, she made her very own Apple Crumb Pie.
I’m guessing her Mom and brothers were very happy this evening.
Really, look at this pie…
Not bad for a nine-year-old, eh? The only thing I did was slice the apples, give directions, and put the pies into the oven. She even unrolled the refrigerated pie crust all by herself and used it to line the pie dish.
It was a very nice weekend.
It’s good to be home.
And remember what I said about the kids keeping us laughing?
All three of them are hams. I can only get them to agree to sit for a picture for me if I promise to let them make silly faces at some point. While the first picture on this post isn’t the greatest picture ever, it’s the best of the bunch. The whole series I shot of them over the span of about 60 seconds was sort of funny. Hopefully you’ll get a chuckle out of this series of pictures, too. Look at the kids’ faces, but also take note of Meg’s practiced look of complete and utter boredom.
Yes, that shot is horribly blurry, but it shows Gaige trying to tech Joey how to make that funny face so I HAD to include it.
I’m not sure exactly what Joey was doing in that last shot. But that image will forever remain in my book of favorites. No, it isn’t the best picture in the world, but it shows their personalities. It reminds me a lot of another one of my favorite grandkid pics from last year.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll be able to share some more about our fabulous trip. Though I still have lots of pictures to cull through and edit…
Where were you 21 years ago? Can you remember? I can remember exactly where I was because today is my “baby” boy’s 21st birthday.
I know it’s a cliche, but time really does fly.
Eric doesn’t read my blog, so I figured it would be safe to do an Eric through the years pictorial tribute.
Of course, most of the pictures I have are not digital or easy to get to so I’ve got a limited selection to work with.
Eric was even rocking it when he was a baby. We never really know what sort of influence we’ll be, or what impressions we’ll leave, as our kids are growing.
Eric was probably more like 2 and a half in that last shot. I’m glad he grew out of the “looking like a preppy” phase.
Eric’s very short-lived tenure as a Cub Scout. Activities like that and sports didn’t go over so well with the non-custodial parent.
It’s funny as I look through these pictures that I begin to realize I did influence the boy in a way. He’s got a bit of my goofy streak.
Eric in desperate need of a haircut. His hair is so thick, when his summer buzz cuts grew out, it always looked like he was sporting an Afro.
Fishing with Pop (my Dad) in Virginia.
Eric and my parents on his 12th birthday.
Curling with Tim. He was between 12-13 here I think.
Eric (age 14?) visiting with his brother and sister (on his father’s side) at Cherrystone Campground in Virginia, where I dropped him on the way home from my brother’s house.
This is Eric in uniform during his time at the Freestate Challenge Academy, a National Guard-sponsored youth program that rescued Eric (and the rest of us) from his challenging high school days.
Here’s Eric looking all “gangsta” with Hubby and I after Amy’s wedding.
I think my sense of humor definitely wore off on him. He’s a good sport about just about everything.
Here he is with his new, pink pouf at around 19. He needed a pouf and it was the only one we could find at Walmart.
This shot is relatively recent. I lifted it from his (or his girlfriend’s) Facebook page.
Speaking of girlfriend… here Eric is with Kelsey. This one is only about two months old. Ah, to be young and in love. They look so happy together. And she’s a real sweetheart, too.
Happy birthday, son!
Raising you wasn’t always easy (every kid presents a challenge), but I’m proud of the wonderful young man you have become. I love you!
Our Maryland house is located in a very populated suburb pretty much smack in the middle of the state between Baltimore, Washington (DC) and Annapolis. It’s not the sticks. We’re surrounded by houses and roads. Knowing this, you wouldn’t expect to see a lot of wildlife, right? Wrong. There are all kinds of cool critters here. Not big critters like bears, moose and mountain lions. You have to look a bit closer to see the kind of critters I am talking about.
There are even smaller critters, too. Not all of them are what I’d call cute, but they’re definitely interesting. Like this colorful girl…
Hubby spotted her first. I checked on her periodically over the span of about two weeks. Of course, I can’t just show you that cool spider picture without telling you that it is a Black and Yellow Argiope spider.
It wasn’t until the other day when I checked that I realized she was gone. I thought maybe she might’ve just relocated, so I looked around the spot where the web had been. That’s when I saw this.
It’s her egg sac. I only know because I looked it up on the Internet. It’s about an inch and a half long. Apparently, there are about a thousand baby spiders alive inside of that thing. They’ll stay in there until Spring. Unless some bird or other critter finds it.
On the not-so-interesting front are the gazillion stink bugs that have surrounded us this year.
They’re all over this area. They’re in Pennsylvania, too. Until I saw this news video, I thought we had it pretty bad. Only a couple have made it inside so far. There are a whole bunch of them outside though.
We also have some cute critters. Some really cute ones if you ask me.
Like this guy I just happened to see on our patio table when I took a break from some yard work yesterday.
Can you tell what it is? I knew immediately, of course. At which point I gasped, because these things are rarely seen. Not because they are rare, but because they are so well-camouflaged.
Remember, if you click on an image, a larger size of the image will open for you to see.
Still not sure what it is? Okay, let me crawl under the table for a better shot.
It’s a teeny tiny tree frog.
In this picture someone else shot (of a different frog) you can see the sticky toe pads that allow the frog to climb.
It could have been the same frog I saw on my office window recently. But I think that was a different kind of tree frog (there are nine different kinds in Maryland).
Most people would be surprised to know a lot of the “bug” noises you hear at night are actually frogs. If you want to hear what this one sounds like, visit this Web page and then click on LISTEN.
He sat there for the longest time. Even when the dogs were shaking the heck out of the table as they tried frantically to get at my gardening gloves.
Are you curious as to why the dogs would have been so anxious to get at my gloves? You’ll have to check back tomorrow to find out. Unless you have a weak stomach. If that’s the case, you might want to stay away for the day.