“An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches with spire steeples which point as with a silent finger to the sky and stars.”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (English lyrical Poet, Critic and Philosopher. 1772-1834)
TIME: 4:51 PM
PLACE: Bunkum Road
SUBJECT: Church Steeple
After work, I drove directly to MonkeyBoy’s school soccer game. We had pretty blue skies and puffy clouds. And a winner when time ran out.
“An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches with spire steeples which point as with a silent finger to the sky and stars.”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (English lyrical Poet, Critic and Philosopher. 1772-1834)
TIME: 8:26 PM
PLACE: Freeburg, IL
SUBJECT: St. Joseph’s Church
I think a tripod is essential for night photography. Too bad I didn’t have one with me this evening. I tried setting the camera on the car roof but unfortunately, it wasn’t at the proper height for the shot I wanted. So I resorted to trying to hold it as steady as I could. I even held my breath while pressing the shutter button. The end picture turned out ok, but no where near as clear as I wanted. Lots of room for improvement.
"Summer has set in with its usual severity."
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (English, poet, Romantic, literary critic and philosopher, 1772–1834)
TIME: 4:16 PM
PLACE: The Jeep
SUBJECT: Temperature
We reached the magical 100 degree mark today with a real feel of 123 degrees – Ho-ly cannoli! Yeah, it was just a little bit warm outside.
*disclaimer* – even though the car was in “Drive”, I was not driving at the time this photo was taken.
"Poor little Foal of an oppressed race!
I love the languid patience of thy face."
Coleridge, Samuel Taylor. *To a Young Ass, Its Mother Being Tethered Near It.” 1794.
TIME: 2:20 PM
PLACE: Just south of town
SUBJECT: Foal
I picked up DramaQueen from her overnight adventure and on the way home, spotted some horses in a field. Unfortunately, they were on the other side of the 2 lane highway and traffic was steady. I pulled way over on the shoulder and told DQ that I was getting out to take a photo. I would have crossed the lanes and obtained a better shot, but DQ was very nervous about me being so close to the highway and was afraid that I would get hit by a car, so I stayed by the Jeep and quickly took a couple of shots. This is as good as it gets today.
“And the Spring comes slowly up this way.”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834), British poet. Christabel (l. 22). . . Poems [Samuel Taylor Coleridge]. John Beer, ed. (1993) Everyman.
TIME: 5:01 PM
PLACE: Front yard
SUBJECT: Peony shoots
We had some lovely weather today, we made it to 60 degrees. We did get a quick downpour mid-afternoon, but the rain, although heavy, was over after less than 5 minutes and the sun came out again. When my dad came by on Friday, he had mentioned that he noticed the peonies were coming up. After the rain stopped, I went out to look for them. Yep, they were there.
