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Here is the image following ‘Red Ribbon’. My little girl worked out how to open the heavy back gate and thought she could escape into the big park at the back of our new house. I decided to add this image to satisfy the curiosity of everyone who wanted to know what she saw through the hole in the gate!
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autumn colors in the forest
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This tree reminded me of me…in so much as it has a peculiarly shaped trunk.
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One may wonder why after building one of the finest houses in the Cove, they didn’t tear down the old one. Since they lived in the end of the 19th century it would be hard to know for sure. We can surmise reasons from what we know of that era. Those that ventured into the mountains were a resourceful people. They were prone to not waste anything or taking anything for granted. What they had they got by the sweat they put in it. Perhaps they were more worried about heating the main house up cooking a meal or canning, than they were of the appearance of Matilda’s cabin. Maybe they wanted room for kids later on or a place for strangers to sleep. It could be used for a warm place for some of the livestock; it would a beat milking the cow in the freezing barn. We may never know what they used it for, for it had many possibilities. We know times were hard and you usually worked from “can see” to “can’t see”, septine on Sundays. They lived off what they could provide their selves. Perhaps they just left it to remind them of how good they did have it…..more info on these cabins can be found on the other images of the same place….made in Cades Cove, GSMNP !
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Taken on the trail to Firebrand Pass in Glacier NP.
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I have been here and seen the coming of man to my rivers. In my shadows have walked wildlife that no longer walk here. From my lofty peaks you can see for many miles. Once I stood higher than the far western mountains. I may have shifted and changed but I remain. My rivers are cold and my forest cool. From my bowels man has both feed himself and built his shelters. He has raped my slopes for my wood. Fought wars within me. I still survive. Mist still shroud my valleys. Flowers still shine their beauty for all to see. Come walk my paths an fish my streams. Stand on my peaks and walk my valleys. Loose yourself within yourself as your cares fade away when your with me. I am the Great Smoky Mountains, the Great Iron Mountains, Far Blue Mountains, the Sha-cona-ga. Most just call me the Smokies, and I remain. And a quote from John Muir “The mountains, are fountains, not only of rivers and fertile soil, but of men
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Mingus Mill on a foggy,fall morning.Built in 1886 it is powered by a water turbine inside.It is an operating grain mill,March thru November.You can talk to the millers and buy the grain.It is located on the NC side of the Great Smoky Mountain National Park.Our forefaters didn’t go to the store for bread the 1st had to grow the grain,it then must be ground.Only then could they make it.
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I took this shot of a bench on the edge of my back yard that leads into the woods. I found this fitting poem by Andrew D. Anderson that had a nice reflection on the bench. I hope you enjoy it. The Park Bench / By / Andrew D. Anderson / I’m a seventy year old man, With a sagging face that’s bearded white. Every time I close my eyes… I relive the horrible fight. My hands are feeble, My body’s failing, My mind is lacking, Yet my thoughts still prevailing. My family’s long since left me, With tears and a mangled heart, I retreated to a bench… It sits solidly in the park. I have found it to be more stable… Than the world that’s left me behind. It is surely more compassionate… Than any man that I could find. It listens to my stories, It waits for me at night, And in the cold embraces me… As I dream about the fight. It understands my pain, The pain it too has known… We were not always friends… It was once left all alone. It knows the cold of the night, And it knows the cruelty of mankind. It’s aware of how they’ll use you, And how they’ll disregard your mind. The park bench cares, or so I think, It tries to ease my pain, And though it is not living, I love it just the same. Some people say park benches… Do not have souls – not me. I have found more love in my park bench, Then I’ve ever known in humanity. Image copyright © 2007, Larry Fridel. Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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Bench in Dromore wood near Ruan in county Clare
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Bench in Coole park located near Gort county Galway
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Forest path in the temperate rainforest of Olympic National Park – which has to be one of the most amazing places on earth!
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Cute and puffed up wood pigeon Wood pigeons are large and portly grey birds, with a white band across the wings, white patch at the side of the neck and a dark band on the tail. They have a pinkish brown neck and upper breast. Wood pigeons inhabit a variety of habitats, particularly wooded country, farmland, parks and gardens Their call sounds like coo-coo-coo, coo-coo
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Bald Cypress trees at First Landing State Park. Used 7 bracketed images then merged through Photomatix to create this HDR image.
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The John Cable Mill in Black and White.It is found at the Cades Cove Visitors Center,Great Smoky Mountains.It is still used by the park service.They have rangers explaning its operation,and millers making meal which can be purchased…......Color version available upon request
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Tucked away in the shadows of the Smoky Mountains, is Noah Ogle’s Place. Built abound 1880 by Noah an Cindy Ogle the closed section was built 1st.The far end section was built after having kids. turning it from a single pen to a saddlebag design. Through the efforts of the National Park Service, this historic Appalachian cabin has been preserved. This is located on the Roaring Fork Motor Nature Trail in the Great Smoky Mountain National Park,outside of Gatlinburg,Tennessee,USA
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There is something divinely magical about IR. Its as if the whole world stands still or slows to 1/20th normal time anyway. I sat on this bench today and my head got very heavy (if you know what I mean…..didn’t happen before I was 35). I suddenly re-gained the ability to lift it with a jolt and was inspired to shoot this picture!
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All The Pictures Contained May Not Be Reproduced, Copied, Edited, Published, Transmitted Or Uploaded In Any Way Without My Permission. My Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. / © Trevor Fellows 2008: using this image for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, may lead to legal action. my 2 children walking in the wood with there grandad.
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Sun rays crossing a misty forest photographed in an early autumn morning. Another image from the same series: /
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It was handed down thru the families Henry Whitehead promised to build Matilda the best cabin in Cades Cove, and well he did. She had been living in the hastily built cabin in back when Henry met her. After they were married Henry built the cabin in the front. Its built of sawn logs, thought to be one of only two that were in the Smokies. The fit between the logs and the construction of the house has most thinking it was a frame house, until you notice the jointed dove tail corners. The walls were thick and provided plenty of insulation. The brick for the chimney were made on the property. I’d say he went well beyond building Matilda the finest cabin in Cades Cove….. The Henry Whitehead cabin is located in Cades Cove, Great Smoky Mountain N.P. ..shot a couple weeks ago while shooting with Sherri and Ronnie Hamilton
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This is Henry Whitehead’s smokehouse. Being constructed well, like his cabin, it has stood the test of time. During a tornado that ripped thru Cades Cove in the latter part of 1970s, a pine tree was uprooted and thrown on top of the smokehouse. It crushed the roof but the sturdy walls held their ground.
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Morning sun filters through the trees at John Olivers Cabin with a few dogwoods in the background…The cabin is almost completly surrounded by split-rail fence also…...The Oliver’s bought land in the Cove in 1826 and this cabin site remained in the family until the Park was established. The house is typical of many found on the eastern frontier in the mid-1850s, and reflects the skills and techniques brought into the mountains by descendants of British and European immigrants. This cabin is located on the Cades Cove Loop Road, in the Great Smoky Mountain N.P.
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Bodie began as a mining camp of little note following the discovery of gold in 1859 by prospector W. S. Bodey (also spelled Body). That November, Bodey perished in a blizzard after making a supply trip to nearby Monoville.[1] In 1876, the Standard Company discovered a profitable deposit of gold bearing ore, which transformed Bodie from an isolated mining camp comprising a few prospectors and company employees to a Wild West boomtown. Rich discoveries in the adjacent Bodie Mine during 1878 attracted even more hopeful people. By 1880, Bodie boasted a population of nearly 10,000. Over the years, Bodie’s mines produced gold valued at more than $34 million.[2] As a bustling gold mining center, Bodie had the amenities of larger towns, including two banks, a brass band, railroad, miner’s and mechanic’s unions, several newspapers, and a jail. At its peak 65 saloons lined Main Street, which was a mile long. Murders, shootouts, barroom brawls, and stagecoach holdups were regular occurrences.[3] Legend has it that a little girl, upon learning that her family was moving there, prayed one night, “Goodbye God, we are going to Bodie.”[4] But a local editor claimed she had really prayed, “Good! By God, we are going to Bodie.” Gold bullion from the town’s nine stamp mills was shipped to Carson City, Nevada by way of Aurora, Wellington and Gardnerville. Most shipments were accompanied by an armed guard. Once the bullion reached Carson City, it was delivered to the mint or sent by rail to the mint in San Francisco.
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