Photographing things that man has made is not high on my list of priorities, but this ranch, established in 1918 is in some of my earliest memories. Sometimes a place can be an anchor point in life.
August 9, 2007
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Hi montucky – just wanted to tell you that your photo is a beautiful, pastoral picture. I love the blue wildflowers. Are those bachelor buttons? Are the buildings in this photo original structures (from 1918)? It certainly is a very peaceful looking environment.
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Comment by Mary Carlson — August 10, 2007 @ 9:37 am
Thanks, Mary!
The flowers are chicory. When I was a kid we used to call them bachelor buttons, but technically they aren’t. I’m not sure about the buildings. I know they’re very old, but I’m not sure exactly when they were built. Thanks for visiting!
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Comment by montucky — August 10, 2007 @ 10:36 am
The ranch and its fences have had time to settle into the place.
Malcolm
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Comment by knightofswords — August 10, 2007 @ 12:11 pm
It looks so lovely, so inviting. looks like a scene they put in calendars
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Comment by silken — August 10, 2007 @ 12:28 pm
Thanks for posting this – what a pretty scene. I thought your choice of perspective was interesting.
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Comment by aullori — August 10, 2007 @ 2:27 pm
Malcolm,
Yep, they’re settled in alright. This spot is my turnaround for my hikes when I go that direction, just three miles from home. It’s also a scene I’ve seen all my life and therefore it’s very important to me. The ranch owner is a friend.
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Comment by montucky — August 10, 2007 @ 5:23 pm
silken,
Yes, it’s a really comfortable location. I preferred it 50 years ago though because then it had a true wilderness flavor to it as well.
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Comment by montucky — August 10, 2007 @ 5:25 pm
Lori,
I couldn’t resist taking the shot. Th sun had just come up and the light was right to bring out the colors. It’s always been a friendly spot for me.
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Comment by montucky — August 10, 2007 @ 5:27 pm
A big red barn sure brings back some memories. I must admit that playing in the haymow when I was younger was certainly preferable to having to work up there as I grew older.
Great composition.
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Comment by Pinhole — August 10, 2007 @ 6:15 pm
When I was a kid, my grandparents had a barn similar to this about 3 miles away, and I spent a lot of pleasant time in that hay mow myself! And yes, when I was old enough to do some of the work it got tougher. Back in those days they had a fairly primitive hay rake and the best we could do was rake into piles, then load them onto a hay wagon with a pitchfork. That was work!
I remember one day my Dad was on the hay wagon stacking and I pitched a full fork full up there and he started yelling. I had inadvertently included a rattlesnake with the hay.
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Comment by montucky — August 10, 2007 @ 6:30 pm