tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69566889196381672152024-03-17T03:14:45.143-05:00Carol Mattingly PhotographyCarol Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00072033556414487738noreply@blogger.comBlogger1375125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956688919638167215.post-28752225358208490112019-12-31T19:48:00.001-06:002019-12-31T19:50:00.076-06:00Happy New Year Near and Far!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzbtqBaoUgJRwszcIPSx1LIpVSqHnIOTQGGsndSlS87n0SgSjginFGOP3npML5i2nW35NbBEJKAJLBXHF6KHGSkVmGN7FrgF3PDSkr-ZHbVrB6ay9NR2QAWJl1-RiYPTkWMignQetvdoU/s1600/ny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzbtqBaoUgJRwszcIPSx1LIpVSqHnIOTQGGsndSlS87n0SgSjginFGOP3npML5i2nW35NbBEJKAJLBXHF6KHGSkVmGN7FrgF3PDSkr-ZHbVrB6ay9NR2QAWJl1-RiYPTkWMignQetvdoU/s850/ny.jpg" /></a></div><br />
I hope everyone has a safe New Year's Eve, no matter whether you are partying or spending a quiet night at home. Here's to leaving 2019 behind and moving into a brand new year 2020. HAPPY NEW YEAR!</div>Carol Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00072033556414487738noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956688919638167215.post-77856715721474761602019-12-29T13:12:00.000-06:002019-12-29T13:15:34.680-06:00Best of 2019<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPSiObMuVcYkSyFh1ZZR0luFKIR-Fa0lc6VJhfoamLQ_MTGen17t_nwdYYvhIwBcfi6yBY67nuPTS5w3eJfdozLgfWfmieLq2bz18FFdZuMHgWLytDAz4URBeOSxaSfvB_3Mao5AzYds/s1600/2019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPSiObMuVcYkSyFh1ZZR0luFKIR-Fa0lc6VJhfoamLQ_MTGen17t_nwdYYvhIwBcfi6yBY67nuPTS5w3eJfdozLgfWfmieLq2bz18FFdZuMHgWLytDAz4URBeOSxaSfvB_3Mao5AzYds/s850/2019.jpg" /></a></div><br />
I dedicate this collage to the last year of a decade. I hope you had a great 2019. Here are a few top images from my year. This year brought many, many changes. I welcomed all of them with open arms. One can't survive in this world without accepting change. I hope you enjoy a look back. ENJOY!</div>Carol Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00072033556414487738noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956688919638167215.post-15086276361153169752019-12-23T17:34:00.002-06:002019-12-23T17:42:58.604-06:00Merry Christmas <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Many years ago, on a very, very cold Winter's day, I photographed two of the waterfalls at Hocking Hills State Park in Logan, Ohio, Old Man's Cave and Cedar Falls. As I perused my archives this morning, I happened across this image of Cedar Falls and wanted to share it again. To my amazement when I traveled back in time on my blog, I found I had only shared this image one time way back in 2009. The image is a low resolution scan from slide film, but I love the colors of the limestone rock behind the waterfall and the trees hanging over. <br />
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Perhaps one day I will get back to Hocking Hills and take new photographs with my digital camera. Until then, this beauty will have to suffice. I want to leave a note for everyone stopping by my blog this holiday season. May your holidays be filled with friends and family and much peace and joy. Have a Very Merry Christmas. HAPPY HOLIDAYS!</div>Carol Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00072033556414487738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956688919638167215.post-56840742817460248562019-11-03T12:25:00.000-06:002019-11-03T12:26:48.911-06:00Fall at David Arms Gallery in Leiper's Fork<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">A few images from my annual pilgrimage to my favorite art gallery, David Arms, in Leiper's Fork, Tennessee.<br />
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This gorgeous urn was filled with wheat strands sitting on an old metal table on the porch at the gallery. I had to photograph it.<br />
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Pumpkin palooza on the porch.<br />
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I surely will miss the pumpkins until next year.<br />
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I always snap an image as I leave David Arms Gallery. Who wouldn't want to snap a shot of this old plank building with its rusty metal roof and adorable reindeer adorning the facade. Hope you enjoyed these images as much as I did snapping them. ENJOY!</div>Carol Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00072033556414487738noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956688919638167215.post-83659379590663237492019-08-26T11:49:00.000-05:002019-08-26T11:52:38.086-05:00Agaves, Cheekwood Botanical Gardens<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy545GP95_Ykjba5dihsLNMW5x_KIynYMVkHqPnJqIHs7BETLyFyh6AvJyTv38kJHGWecvV7N1v0m7VpoUD-WB2Ph8RDTJUHu9CaQ8fncQCJHVWu6MKO7FPCwpjJT7kbaaS1aUYxp45Mo/s1600/ag5+%25281+of+1%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy545GP95_Ykjba5dihsLNMW5x_KIynYMVkHqPnJqIHs7BETLyFyh6AvJyTv38kJHGWecvV7N1v0m7VpoUD-WB2Ph8RDTJUHu9CaQ8fncQCJHVWu6MKO7FPCwpjJT7kbaaS1aUYxp45Mo/s800/ag5+%25281+of+1%2529.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Last year in Fall Cheekwood featured gorgeous Agave plants in their Fall Festival. I hope they return this year as they were gorgeous. Here's a few pics to wet your whistle.<br />
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These are Blue American Agave plants surrounded by blue flower beds. I'm not sure what that blue flower is, but it's a gorgeous display.<br />
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The varigated Agaves were planted next to yellow and orange Chrysanthemums. Wouldn't this look great in a yard for Fall. Notice the pumpkins scattered throughout this particular display. <br />
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When I Googled Agaves, including the various varieties featured here, I noticed several images where the Agave plants are planted in long rows in Mexico. No doubt so they can grow big and be exported to America. It's a rainy week here in Tennessee, but at least the high temperatures are gone. Although we still have a fair amount of humidity to contend with. I did some Fall decorating yesterday. I can't hardly wait for the cooler season to come and relieve us of all of this heat and humidity. ENJOY!</div>Carol Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00072033556414487738noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956688919638167215.post-68637895320126773192019-08-25T11:54:00.000-05:002019-08-25T11:54:32.798-05:00Happy Sunday!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiowMMeLt1NP8Bi78H_ZTObYYVkWTE0S5wcR_d6FCzSk64JEs7BqYnz-f0sT12x5MDp5nWx0w-QOU8_cdN_-gtqHVXKAW3fFJ4Dh5B1qw75tk4banMdeZFmZE4hF33QahetOLoCJmuf74Q/s1600/mag+%25281+of+1%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiowMMeLt1NP8Bi78H_ZTObYYVkWTE0S5wcR_d6FCzSk64JEs7BqYnz-f0sT12x5MDp5nWx0w-QOU8_cdN_-gtqHVXKAW3fFJ4Dh5B1qw75tk4banMdeZFmZE4hF33QahetOLoCJmuf74Q/s800/mag+%25281+of+1%2529.jpg" /></a></div><br />
This beautiful iron pot sits in the gardens at Cheekwood. As I visited last Summer, the Sweet Potato Vine caught my eye. Isn't it fabulous. Have a wonderful Sunday everyone. ENJOY!</div>Carol Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00072033556414487738noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956688919638167215.post-54277895918259429512019-07-04T02:26:00.000-05:002019-07-04T02:26:20.035-05:00Happy Independence Day America!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I captured this image last evening during Hendersonville's Freedom Festival Fireworks Show. I love the reflection on the water. Thank you to all the men and women who died so that we could live in this great country free. God Bless America. Have a safe and Happy Fourth of July! ENJOY!</div>
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After taking a few days off from The Barn Series, here we are still in the great state of Kentucky at Shaker Village of Pleasant Hill. This historic village originated in 1807 and closed in 1922. It is just southeast of Lexington in central Kentucky. Shakers were celibate, believed in equality of race and sex, and freedom from prejudice. <br />
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They called themselves the United Society of Believers in Christ's Second Appearing, but because of their ecstatic dancing the world called them the Shakers. The Shakers were celibate, never married or bore children, yet they were the most enduring religious experiment in American history. You can read more about the Shakers by clicking on this link <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pleasant_Hill,_Kentucky" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Shaker Village at Pleasant Hill.</span></a><br />
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Today Shaker Village is a registered National Historic Landmark and is a very popular tourist attraction. When you visit the village, you will find several large houses, barns and sheds, with animals grazing and organic crops growing in the fields. There are hiking trails and a lake in the village as well. The Shakers built over 250 structures. <br />
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These images were taken with a very old Fuji DSLR that was not very high end, but I wanted to share the Shaker Village images because it is such a special place. The Shakers that settled this village originated from one of the many Shaker villages in New York and New England in the early 1800's. <br />
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I really would love to visit during the Summer months and take in more of the property at Shaker Village. I can't say where we will be tomorrow, but I hope to come back with another posting. Stay tuned. ENJOY!</div>
Carol Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00072033556414487738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956688919638167215.post-82450032754079018742019-07-01T11:04:00.000-05:002019-07-01T11:37:02.754-05:00The Barn Series - Day 8 - Great Smoky Mountains<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Cade's Cove is on tap today for The Barn Series journey. A beautiful, peaceful valley with old farmsteads and historic, one room churches dotting the landscape. This old barn is one of my favorites. I love to photograph it in all of the seasons with the mountains looming in the background. The Great Smoky Mountains National Park is the largest national park east of the Mississippi River. Visitors flock here every year in the tens of thousands. The park is located in eastern Tennessee and is actually in Tennessee and North Carolina. <br />
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Cade's Code is one of the main attractions with visitors. In this valley, you can go back in time, as you travel the winding road. View first hand how these farmers plied their trade throughout the decades. The moment you enter this park you know you are in an amazing place. The forests are thick and lush with gorgeous trees and plants and wildflowers. Rushing rivers wind through the park as they make their way down the mountains into the valleys. The flora and fauna of this national park is like none other you will find across the nation, because the Smoky Mountains is also a rain forest. Witness that first hand as you drive throughout the park or hike the trails. Water is paramount here. <br />
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I hope you are enjoying The Barn Series. Wonder where we will end up tomorrow. ENJOY!</div>
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Carol Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00072033556414487738noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956688919638167215.post-21252944162088260582019-06-29T06:12:00.000-05:002019-07-01T11:06:52.103-05:00The Barn Series - Day 7 - The Mennonites <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwkKl0Ih7YjjazhUnkAFtd0X-MnB9r99KdQRqEoW_f4v0sKCnGP16pumtFHi4ibnfYVG98GmylVsUKVrJEw-6bpx1bGkzrEB1Wmjdm7m0Zv2rwdTkUQYuxwEsvOYFirBGreJA3v_X209Q/s1600/new+%25281+of+1%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwkKl0Ih7YjjazhUnkAFtd0X-MnB9r99KdQRqEoW_f4v0sKCnGP16pumtFHi4ibnfYVG98GmylVsUKVrJEw-6bpx1bGkzrEB1Wmjdm7m0Zv2rwdTkUQYuxwEsvOYFirBGreJA3v_X209Q/s800/new+%25281+of+1%2529.jpg" /></a></div><br />
On Day 7 we travel back to the turn of the century and visit a Mennonite Community located just west of the small towns of Scottsville and Franklin, Kentucky, about 20 miles north of the Kentucky/Tennessee border. The Mennonites of this community call themselves "the plain people". Their simple life does not allow for electric gas power machinery and make their living in agricultural pursuits. <br />
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In the Fall, they harvest molasses made the old-fashioned way. In Summer, they grow fresh produce and make leather goods. On one of the back roads, a horse drawn buggy carrying young Mennonite farmers passed me just as a gal on horseback was making her way down the road.<br />
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As I drove around the community on this lazy, late Summer, Sunday afternoon, I saw this little girl, with doll in hand, being dropped off at the end of her long driveway. <br />
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I traveled to this community which was only about a 45 minute drive from my home, to check out the barns and farms. Most of the farms, however, sat way back off the road where no photograph could capture them. Out of respect for these simple Mennonite people, I tried not to capture an image of their faces. I want to get back to this area this Summer, where the farmers carry out a thriving produce business at Haybegger's Amish Market nearer to Scottsville, and hopefully, pick up some fresh vegetables. <br />
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I am a little bit under the weather as I write this post having had gallbladder surgery yesterday. The pain medications are leaving my thoughts a bit clouded. The pain is palpable, but I venture to say in a few days I'll be almost back to normal. And I might add, I can't wait. I hope you all have a great weekend. Let's see where Day 8 takes us. ENJOY!</div>Carol Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00072033556414487738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956688919638167215.post-63563582773326493342019-06-28T06:00:00.000-05:002019-06-28T06:00:00.541-05:00The Barn Series - Day 6 - See Rock City<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1hVHvz0IL115wTdNo2ndnNxTT34UXJ6XG6nHTYg2kPEnhZHLUVj3KGCiSCB3m4FXflwUe-nbJnKoG5x8ABXe9y63LW9lnoFVA799KVEbpQxVrovnbZ7EU7mtL4fr5kxtk0XorjoObb1A/s1600/barn22+%25281+of+1%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1hVHvz0IL115wTdNo2ndnNxTT34UXJ6XG6nHTYg2kPEnhZHLUVj3KGCiSCB3m4FXflwUe-nbJnKoG5x8ABXe9y63LW9lnoFVA799KVEbpQxVrovnbZ7EU7mtL4fr5kxtk0XorjoObb1A/s850/barn22+%25281+of+1%2529.jpg" /></a></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
Today I am sharing a vintage barn featuring the SEE ROCK CITY logos. You can find these logo barns all over the South. You can find this barn outside the gate entrance to Maker's Mark. While we are in Kentucky, I wanted to share a little bit about Rock City which is situated atop Lookout Mountain, in Chattanooga, Tennessee, and features massive ancient rock formations, beautiful gardens, a waterfall and caverns. You can walk on the Swing Along Bridge or hike the Enchanted Trail, or if you fancy it, visit Mother Goose Village to shop and dine. It's an experience to see the least!<br />
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If you take the state road from Loretto to Louisville, in Kentucky, just pat Bardstown sits another Rock City logo barn. I admit I have never been to Rock City. It is on my list of places to visit in Tennessee, I would love to photograph the waterfall and take a few snaps of the overlook on top of Lookout Mountain where you can see 7 states in that one spot. Impressive! <br />
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Stop back by tomorrow for another barn in our Barn Series. You never know where we might end up. And I love having you along for the ride, as much as I love reminiscing about these old barns I photographed over the years. Have a wonderful evening. ENJOY!</div>Carol Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00072033556414487738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956688919638167215.post-56395302171506849332019-06-27T07:30:00.000-05:002019-07-01T11:40:34.171-05:00The Barn Series, Day 5 - Jim Beam<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We have Jim Beam Distillery as our barn showcase today. Remember yesterday we were in Loretto, Kentucky, at Maker's Mark Distillery. Today we are about 40 miles north in Clermont, Kentucky, outside Bardstown, at Jim Beam Distillery, another best selling bourbon globally. <br />
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Jim Beam hails back to 1795 (excluding the prohibition) and still reigns supreme as a top selling bourbon whiskey brand globally. Johannes Beam distilled the first bottle of Jim Beam. The original name was Bohm, but after immigrating to Kentucky from Germany, the family changed it to Beam. Johannes distilled the first bottle before prohibition and after probibition Jacob Beam started the company in 1935. The name was changed later to Jim Beam honoring James Beam, the Master Distiller for 40 years. A beautiful gray barn was built to accommodate a stillhouse where visitors can taste and purchase the Jim Beam brand. <br />
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The actual tasting done by master distillers is actually done in this barn, if my information serves me correctly. The ricking barn you see in the background is where the whiskey ages in rack after rack of barrels. A rickhouse is also called a rackhouse. <br />
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I love what the brand did to one of the silos at the distillery painting it stark white and giving it all the trappings of the brand. I love the images of the ancestors of the brand on the side.<br />
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The old barn that you can see as you drive down the highway got a new coat of white paint and many a Jim Beam logo. I love the face lift they did at Jim Beam recently. Did you know the Jim Beam Distillery is right across the street from Bernheim Arboreteum, one of my old favorite stomping grounds when I lived in Louisville. <br />
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I know what you're thinking. We are on Day 5 of The Barn Series and we haven't even gotten out of Kentucky. Amazing! That's my great home state for you. Now as I write this post I am not positive where I am taking you tomorrow or even if we will get out of the state of Kentucky, but if you come along with me, I promise another good time. See you then. ENJOY!<br />
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Every barn tells a story. This story began as Burks Distillery way back in 1953, in the tiny town of Loretto, Kentucky. However, in 1953 the story changed when a Kentucky gentleman, Bill Samuels, bought the distillery. <br />
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Five years and much ado later in 1958, the first run of bourbon was bottled at Maker's Mark Distillery, complete with the dipped red wax seal, and a star was born. Maker's Mark is a global brand renowned as one of the best bourbons bottled. Having visited Maker's Mark multiple times, I have to say the one thing I love, almost as much as the barrel laden vintage wagon that sits in the yard, has to be this stark black barn with its distinctive red shutters that lends a hand to the Maker's Mark brand.<br />
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The story doesn't end there though. My father, Joseph Mattingly, was born right up the road from Maker's Mark, before it even became the renowned distillery it is today. Furthermore, if you were to travel the back roads surrounding Loretto, Springfield or Bardstown, Kentucky, you couldn't throw a stone without hitting one of my ancestors.<br />
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As vintage barns go, the barn at Maker's Mark is definitely one of my favorites for obvious reasons. Seriously, one minute we were in the heart of the Bluegrass State and the<i> 'Horse Capital of the World' </i>and nary a minute later we are in the<i> 'Bourbon Capital of the World' </i>and we didn't leave the state of Kentucky. Amazing! <br />
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It's Day 4 of The Barn Series and we are still traveling in Kentucky. If thoroughbreds and horse barns didn't peak your interest, I hope this little splash of spirits from Maker's Mark did. Let's get back in the car and head on down the road. Hey, you suppose we'll make it out of Kentucky? ENJOY!<br />
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Carol Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00072033556414487738noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956688919638167215.post-86691173758209919162019-06-25T07:00:00.000-05:002019-06-28T16:32:09.518-05:00The Barn Series - Day 3 - Bluegrass Scenic Byway<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Day 3 and I decided it was high time to switch gears. I know modern day horse barns will not satisfy the vintage barn lovers that follow here. Believe it or not, we are still in the Bluegrass Region in central Kentucky with this post where thoroughbreds and horse farms reign supreme. <br />
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Kentucky's heritage is famed for many things. The most famous of those are horses, bourbon and tobacco. Half way between Midway and Lexington sits this barn close enough to the road to get a fairly decent photograph. It's Fall and lucky me the tobacco and been put up and the windows were open to allow the air to help cure it. Every trip I made to this region, I would drive down this particular road where this barn sits, specifically to check in to see if anything was going on with it. Some barns just do that to you. They draw you in. This one did that to me. <br />
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On this visit I was happy to find the tobacco hanging in the barn and stopped to take several photos. It's nice to know this old barn still had some use. Tobacco is less and less of a money crop on farms throughout Kentucky today as smoking becomes less and less popular. But there's something about seeing tobacco hanging in an old barn that makes me happy. It takes me back to my youth when smoking was the trend. <br />
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All around this beautiful old barn stands horse barns and fields where thoroughbreds graze. I'm never quite sure why to this day tobacco is still put up here. I have photographed many, many barns over the years in my travels. Yet, I never really elaborated on the why and where of it with most of the images. I just felt compelled to do so now. Until tomorrow. ENJOY!</div></div>Carol Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00072033556414487738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956688919638167215.post-6434450790354732402019-06-24T14:11:00.001-05:002019-06-28T16:32:20.628-05:00The Barn Series - Day 2 - Stonewall Farm<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I am thrilled you made the decision to come along with me on this trip back in time, as I reminisce about the many barns I have had the pleasure of capturing photographs of over the past decade. If I had to rate some of the barns I have seen along the Bluegrass Scenic Byway, the famed road that runs between Midway and Lexington, in central Kentucky, this barn would be in the top five on that list. Yesterday, we visited Manchester Farms, one of the most iconic horse farms in Lexington, second to Calumet Farms. Today's barn heralds from this same gorgeous region of Kentucky, and I can say, has been home to many a stallion and mare as this thoroughbred franchise is famous for. <br />
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This is famed Stonewall Farm, situated smack dab in the center of the <i>'Horse Capital of the World.' </i>It is truly the perfect setting with its beautiful lake and fountain and, of course, always present historic limestone wall that runs the length of the farm along the byway. Every time I see the limestone wall that separates the road from the pastures, an emotion like known other wells up in me. That wall says it all. You are in the<i> 'Horse Capital of the World.'</i> Stonewall has bred many champions over the years, but I believe what they are as famous for is the beautiful fields and barns that make up the property. I often wonder what this barn would look like a hundred years from now as a new photographer stops to capture its beauty. Every barn began its story brand spanking new before it became weathered and worn. I try to keep this in mind every time I stop to photograph a barn.<br />
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Our first two posts on this journey back in time have found us at two stunning horse farms in the famed Bluegrass Region. No matter where we venture to, I know you will enjoy the ride. I miss photographing the Bluegrass Region, but I know some day I will be back in Kentucky and will call it home again. Once it is in your blood you cannot get it out. While I love the great state of Tennessee and it's rugged beauty, Kentucky is in my bones. I am so glad you came along today on this journey. I hope to see you again tomorrow. ENJOY! <br />
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In the beginning, when I started this blog, this was the very first image I posted. An image captured with my old manual Pentax camera, which has long since been retired, using old school Fuji slide film. The camera where I taught myself to shoot the light and how to capture the best perspective and most of all, how to enjoy photographing nature. <br />
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The day I photographed this image I hadn't spent much time in the Bluegrass Region of Kentucky. But in the beginning days as a nature photographer, this was high on my bucket list, the beautiful fields and fence line and horse barns at Manchester Farms in Lexington, Kentucky. I drove the back roads of the Bluegrass Scenic Byway from Midway to Lexington to Manchester Farms. I meandered up and down the road traveling back and forth and stopping at many places to check the perspective I was looking for. I found it and here's the proof. To this day this image is still one of my all time favorite images, if for no other reason, than because it was one of the first ones I truly longed to captured. Lucky me, the thoroughbreds were grazing aimlessly in the fields on this sunny, Summer's day.<br />
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If only I had known then just where my travels would take me on this photographic journey, I am sure I would have thought, "<i>no way.</i>" Yet, I have traveled thousands of miles all other the north and south and eastern United States capturing scene after scene in all types of weather and in every setting. From fields to forest, from lake shore to sea shore, from quaint Amish farms to gorgeous Bluegrass horse farms, from mountains to valleys. I have traveled in earnest seeking that image. That image that tells the story of why I was there. <br />
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I have traveled to Cape Cod and Nantucket Island in Massachusetts, to Mid Coast and Down East in Maine, to the Great Smoky Mountains in eastern Tennessee, to the tiny shore towns along Michigan's lake shore, to Assateague National Seashore in Maryland to Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge in Virginia, to Gibbs Gardens in Georgia and to Hocking Hills State Park in south central Ohio. Finally, least we forget, I have traveled countless times to visit Bernheim Arboretum and Research Forest in Clermont, Kentucky, to Mustatatuck National Wildlife Refuge in south central Indiana. Both places only a stone's throw away from home. And yes, I have traveled many times along the Bluegrass Scenic Byway, which often referred to as '<i>my back yard</i>.' <br />
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Throughout so many of these journeys there was one image I always stopped and took the time to photograph. Barns. Whether the barn was an old or vintage or dilapidated or, even, brand new. It mattered not to me. I stopped and walk back and forth and looked through my viewfinder for that perspective I so wanted to take away with me before I left that barn to live on in history.<br />
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From barns with logos painted on them to barns with quilt placards to barns nearly falling down to barns famous and steeped in history. I captured images of barns. And now I am leaving to take you on an adventure for the next few weeks as I captured barn image after barn image. I'll tell a story and weave a web about history. <b>The only question now is, '<i>are you coming with me?</i>"</b> ENJOY!<br />
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Linking to <a href="http://backroadstraveller.blogspot.com/2019/06/the-barn-collective_23.html" target="_blank">The Barn Collective</a> and <a href="https://betweennapsontheporch.net/loose-ends-and-answering-your-questions/" target="_blank">Metamorphosis Monday</a></div>
Carol Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00072033556414487738noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956688919638167215.post-81129433113891689562019-05-02T11:35:00.000-05:002019-05-02T11:35:26.551-05:00Wildlife Walk, Radnor Lake State Park<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Come hike with me as I walk the lake trail at Radnor Lake State Park today. Did I mention we will get to visit with some of the local wildlife as we take a walk on this bright sunny day with temps hovering in the high 60's. Radnor Lake is in the middle of metropolitan Nashville surrounded by large neighborhoods, so it gets a lot of visitors. <br />
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After about a mile into the lake trail, I turned toward the aviary trail and hiked another quarter mile into the woods. To my surprise as I neared a clearing in the woods, a huge bird flew up from the clearing and perched in a nearby tree. I have never seen an Owl in the wild, until today! A gorgeous Barred Owl sat perched in a tree perfectly positioned for picture taking. Every now and then he would turn his head all the way around and stare down at me. I was about 200 yards away on the path. You suppose he knew he was the star of my show! Did I mention this is a Life List Bird!<br />
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The trail to the opposite side of the lake cuts through the lake and a swamp. As I walked I peered into the water and saw something swimming parallel with the trail. A Muskrat swam past me and disappeared into the deep water carrying a large stash of vegetation. Lunch!<br />
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As I peered into the depths of the swamp, a huge Turtle swam by. He didn't seem to mind the company at all. <br />
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The Turtles were out in force sunning themselves on downed branches in the lake close to the shoreline. <br />
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There were various species of Turtles sunning themselves. I hope they put on sunscreen. <br />
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As I turned to make my way to the aviary, I snapped this image looking back at Radnor Lake. It's a beautiful lake and quite large. The perimeter lake trail, if you choose to hike it all the way around, is three miles. I did the entire hike on my first trip here to Radnor Lake in 2016.<br />
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I wished I could contain my excitement at seeing my first Owl in the wild. Needless to say, when I checked out my images in Lightroom, I had some fantastic photos of the Barred Owl. He had a sleepy look on his face as he sat motionless lazily sunning himself. His perch was the perfect spot for me to capture quite a few pics of him. I doubt he knew he was the star of my show!<br />
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Hopefully, you've enjoyed this hike around Radnor Lake. It's a beautiful park and very flat surfaces to walk on with half of the lake trail paved. I want to go back soon to see if I can capture the Barred Owlettes. Word is they fledged, but perhaps they will come back to the nest. The nest was on the opposite side of the lake from where I hiked, so I didn't make it there on this visit. Have a wonderful weekend all. ENJOY!</div>Carol Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00072033556414487738noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956688919638167215.post-16440677574713569332019-04-20T12:51:00.001-05:002019-04-20T12:57:31.231-05:00A Walk through Cheekwood - Happy Easter!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Come take a walk with me as I take in the flowers blooming in the Robert Ellis Color Garden at Cheekwood Botanical Gardens. This gorgeous garden was adorned with red and yellow Tulips in every size and variety that the landscapers could possibly imagine.<br />
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Visitors may have surrounded me as I meandered along the garden path, but it was as though I were totally alone in the universe, as I took in every vibrant red and stunning yellow Tulip popped open with sunshine diving deep into its inner beauty. <br />
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The deep reds and yellows were laden with black centers and large stamens. The varieties of Tulips was astounding with single and double and even peony shaped Tulips all around. <br />
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Oh, Cheekwood how you out did yourself on this glorious Bloom Fest celebration. <br />
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Every Spring I attempt to capture the beauty of the Crepe Myrtles as they stand sentinel keeping a watchful eye over the stunning blooms around them.<br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><b><i>Tulips, Daffodils, Hyacinths, Jonquils, Petunias. Thank you Cheekwood for a glorious Bloom Fest. I take my hat off to you!! </i></b></span><br />
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<i style="background-color: white;">I wish each and every one of you a very peaceful and Happy Easter. May your day be filled with sunshine and bright blue skies. And may all the wonders of Easter surround you. Whether it be chocolate bunnies and dyed eggs or a sit down feast of scrumptious baked ham with all the trimmings, I wish everyone peace and joy on this glorious day of Resurrection. ENJOY!</i></div>
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Carol Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00072033556414487738noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956688919638167215.post-44545134639619955302019-04-07T13:03:00.000-05:002019-04-07T13:26:13.631-05:00Cheekwood Bloom Fest 2019 ... Lavender and Purple Hues<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><i>What a headline! Just hang on because we're talking purple and lavender hues. A feast for your eyes!</i><br />
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This is a double flowering Tulip called<i> Tulip Blue Wow</i>. Where it got this name, I haven't a clue. But the Wow part of the name definitely says it all for me.<br />
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Say 'hello' to a gorgeous deep <i>Burgundy Lace Tulip</i>. I don't know which I love more, the deep burgundy hue or the lace tips that look slightly cut into the flower. <br />
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Purple Hyacinths and yellow Tulips, what more can one ask for. A stunning garden display that sits behind the Botanical Hall in the Robert Ellis Color Garden. <br />
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Capturing the full sun lit lavender Tulips was a challenge. So I bent down and snap a few pics of the Tulips with the sun shining in front and my pics snapped from behind. This is the result. You be the judge.<br />
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The Purple Hyacinth and orange Violets were a big hit on my Facebook page. You just never know what will inspire people. Matters not, because all I want is to inspire whether it's a purple Hyacinth or a waterfall. Inspiration is all I'm looking for.<br />
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Searching far and wide, I never found the name of this Tulip and failed to check the garden marker. Many of the flower petals stood wide open offering up a bird's eye view of the inside and the stamen. So gorgeous.<br />
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Cheekwood Botanical Gardens is situated just south of Nashville proper and today is the last day of Cheekwood's Bloom Fest featuring many, many, many species of Tulips, as well as Hyacinths, Jonquils, Violets and more.<br />
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I had hoped to find some cloud cover when I arrived yesterday based on the meterologist's forecast, but instead found full sun. It can be quite difficult to capture the best images in full light when shooting flower photography. Don't let that stop you. Inspiration lies in every single petal you capture.<br />
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I hoped you enjoyed this journey through the purple and lavender hues of Bloom Fest this year. I'll come back soon with gorgeous red and yellow Tulips. You won't want to miss that. ENJOY!</div></div>Carol Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00072033556414487738noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956688919638167215.post-22608420503212159482019-03-17T11:54:00.001-05:002019-03-17T11:56:51.104-05:00Luck 'o the Irish to You!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm0RCuipJ_cFoQtGA3731vdfXv61J3S71kQp9wYuQLJmSHpRXVpDuhxyUh4OKNTlBM699m0L81SWTYoR8oUKaCEuzSlPZTTcuu163a1tPOpVhaE9XwJ8-dyKr1oJSBa3d-ILtkn4VTQZI/s1600/new.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm0RCuipJ_cFoQtGA3731vdfXv61J3S71kQp9wYuQLJmSHpRXVpDuhxyUh4OKNTlBM699m0L81SWTYoR8oUKaCEuzSlPZTTcuu163a1tPOpVhaE9XwJ8-dyKr1oJSBa3d-ILtkn4VTQZI/s850/new.jpg" width="850" /></a></div><br />
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When is the last time you took a trip down memory lane? I have embarked on that trip again today. Taking a decade's old journey back in time, I find myself on a remote island off the coast of Down East Maine. On the western edge of Deer Isle I find Burnt Cove. Carved into the landscape surrounded by quaint, clapboard houses and large, granite boulders, this tiny cove is the consummate Maine setting. Heavy clouds hang low in the sky, on this warm Summer's day, giving every element a larger than life feel. I snap images moving my viewfinder a tad left, then a tad right. <br />
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After photographing Burnt Cove, I drive the narrow, winding back roads further south on Deer Isle. Using a map, I hug the coastline taking in the scenery. An hour passes and I make my way back to Burnt Cove with anticipation. Just as I had suspected, the low cloud base had lifted giving way to blue skies. Have you ever seen such a beautiful Maine setting as this. Needless to say, the red clapboard house is a priceless find.<br />
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The granite boulders that hug the coast, as they do in most Down East shorelines, coupled with the dense Fir trees that grow right up to the water's edge, sets the perfect scene. My love affair with coastal Maine, and an equally passionate love affair with sailboats, brought me to the farthest northeastern state of the U.S. I can only hope if I journeyed to this remote area today that I would find a similar landscape. However, I know there is nowhere, in this our United States, that is safe from urban sprawl. So lucky to have captured these images at a time when coastal Maine was still rugged and unspoiled. Time really can stand still. All you need do is press your shutter release button. Click, and the scene is yours forever.<br />
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<i><span style="color: #666666;">I have a very lazy weekend ahead with only a few chores. Perhaps the out of doors, which constantly beckons to me, will take over and I'll find myself by the lake shore today. Who knows.</span></i> ENJOY! </div>
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If I could go back to Maine, I would go in a heart beat, but I have other fish to fry. So I scan my image library and sigh. There is no place quite like Maine. It's beautiful. It's rugged. It's unique in so many ways. I drove into Stonington, Maine, on Deer Isle, on a very foggy, Summer's mourn and headed straight for the waterfront. I reached the dock just in time to see this beautiful tall ship making its way across the harbor.<br />
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As the fog began to lift, I drove from one side of town to the other, creeping slowly through a busy, tiny town to find the opposite side of the harbor. As I approached the waterfront, camera in hand, this beautiful tall ship was sailing by. I absolutely love the old dock in the foreground with the sea gulls perched on top. <br />
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With the fog fully lifted now, I turned and made my way to the car, having driven way out on the main dock. Before I got in the car, I looked up and saw this scene. The quintessential Maine clapboard houses sitting next to the the water's edge, while a wharf side restaurant complete with log stilts jutted out in the harbor itself. What a perfect setting. Stonington is such a quaint, albeit teeny tiny town, situated on the southern most edge of Deer Isle. If you have never visited, you've missed out. <br />
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Before getting back in my car, I also noticed these small boats tied up to a smaller dock. The sun was bright and the water was a gorgeous blue. I couldn't not snap a few photos. This tiny town is so remote and isolated, and to think of the harsh Winters, and to see that tourism was, and still is, thriving here was such a comfort. I am amazed to think about the fishermen making a living out on the open ocean working their lobster traps, but that is exactly what they do. <br />
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Before leaving Stonington, I stopped at a small shop in town. Curiosity took over as I walked to the back of the shop next to the waterfront. A small sailboat was floating aimlessly through the harbor. At the water's edge lay a tangled mess of rope and bright pink buoys. Oh, how perfect. Throw in a bit of rocky coastline that Maine is so famous for and you have the perfect seaside image. <br />
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If I visited Stonington today, I would stay a while and snap more images and immerse myself in this quaint, tiny seaside town. I had dreamed of this trip for years and to live it was absolutely surreal. I'll be back with my next stop at Burnt Cove on Deer Isle. And yes, I've shared this trip before, but I just couldn't not share again. Can you see why. <i>I hope you are staying warm in the throws of this Polar Vortex with negative degree days and even colder nights, not to mention snow squalls in the north every other minute.</i> And before I leave, goodbye January. You seemed so short and sweet. Oh, and least I forget, these beauties (photos) were all taken with slide film on a manual Pentax camera. Take that you DSLRs! ENJOY!</div>Carol Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00072033556414487738noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956688919638167215.post-62163226179541071952019-01-06T15:01:00.000-06:002019-01-06T17:41:14.640-06:00Tracking Sandhill Cranes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPkMWubw_ofmcu3irjB7OVesgdIFj_wL0806SR7wcySNiBthQVanO_03nvjWYHbosAOnKAjN_aU5wNwR8Zc8DXx4SqVCMcVTgSJGXkSMtjJeJkaTkpRO2xhdfvwW6GPzdfchyLG3ZB2Eg/s1600/V+%25281+of+1%2529-11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPkMWubw_ofmcu3irjB7OVesgdIFj_wL0806SR7wcySNiBthQVanO_03nvjWYHbosAOnKAjN_aU5wNwR8Zc8DXx4SqVCMcVTgSJGXkSMtjJeJkaTkpRO2xhdfvwW6GPzdfchyLG3ZB2Eg/s800/V+%25281+of+1%2529-11.JPG" /></a></div><br />
Every year as Fall and Winter approaches, I am reminded of one of my favorite bird species flying the friendly skies over the Midwest and South. As they fly over cities and towns and farmlands, you may not always see them at first, but you will definitely hear them coming as they sound off with their unique sqawk.<br />
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This first image I had never posted. As I prepared this post, I wanted to share an image I hadn't previously. <br />
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The Sandhill Cranes begin their journey farther north in Canada each Fall and slowly travel thousands of miles south along the eastern edges of the Mississippi Migratory Flyway. Many eventually end up in Hiawasee Wildlife Refuge in southeast Tennessee. <br />
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In this image, it was a sky blue day and late afternoon sun was highlighting the beautiful tips of the Sandhill's wings.<br />
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However, they stop multiple times along the way to rest and feed in plowed cornfields in the Midwest. The Sandhill Cranes are a beautiful majestic bird standing some 5' tall and spanning a width even longer. <br />
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Almost devoid of color, the late afternoon sky was pale white as the Sandhill Cranes flew over. Only the slightest hint of warm sun highlighted their wings.<br />
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One of the many resting places each year on their annual journey south, finds them in the thousands in Ewing Bottoms, just west of Seymour, Indiana. Here they rest, feed and continue their mating ritual dances in an effort to attain a forever life mate. <br />
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One of my favorite images of all the photographs I have captured of the Sandhill Cranes. I love the detail you can see in the feathers and the body of this majestic bird. Best of all when you capture an image and can see their beautiful red eyes clearly. That's the best. <br />
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They move around the cornfields in Ewing Bottoms and near the river bed foraging and flying in and out daily. They may rest here for several weeks, but they always move on flying further south to warmer climes. I captured these images and many more over a two year period honing my skills in phohtographing the Cranes in their natural habitat.<br />
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Their red foreheads, long, sleek legs, gray feathers, dotted with rusty spots, are all characteristic of their appearance. If you decide to track the Sandhill Crane, know these birds have rights too. I hope you will respect that as you attempt to photograph them. Always keep your distance. You will know if you are too close, as they will slowly walk away from you. Knowing this, you can get some wonderful photographs if you know when to snap. <br />
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From mating rituals to foraging to landing and liftoff. I hope you enjoyed this look back. I hope to be able to visit Hiawasee in southeast Tennessee this January before the Sandhill Cranes move back north. We shall see. I'll be back soon. <br />
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Photographer's Note: I met with a Wildlife Resources Officer for Tennessee today at Old Hickory Lake. He confirms the Sandhill Cranes are now moving north back to their breeding grounds. A tad early albeit, but case in fact.ENJOY!</div>Carol Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00072033556414487738noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956688919638167215.post-21130390711813380222019-01-01T15:03:00.000-06:002019-01-05T12:54:10.326-06:00Happy New Year!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">The American White Pelicans are such gorgeous, graceful looking birds. They are spending the Winter months on Old Hickory Lake again this year.<br />
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I thought I would begin the New Year with some images of these beautiful birds. There are about 100 or more Pelicans living right off one of the rookeries that sits in the middle of the lake. At any time of the day you will find groups of Pelicans swimming and feeding around the tiny inlets and coves that make up Old Hickory Lake.<br />
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It's interesting to watch them as they feed because they synchronize their diving maneuvers. And as one goes down for a catch, the others follow suit. <br />
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This particular image is my favorite shot. I would have loved it if the water wasn't rippled, but it's a huge lake right off the Cumberland River and the chances of that ever happening are slim to none.<br />
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I have been battling bronchitis for nearly a week, but am starting to get well. I sleep at odd hours as the coughing keeps me up most of the night. I trust everyone had a wonderful Christmas and a safe and Happy New Year's Eve. I watched the ball drop in New York's Times Square from my living room and then watched the Music Note in Nashville drop from my bedroom. I wish all of you the best wishes for the upcoming year and hope this one proves to be your best. HAPPY NEW YEAR!</div>Carol Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00072033556414487738noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956688919638167215.post-66805766995068062062018-12-28T13:58:00.000-06:002018-12-28T13:58:15.875-06:00Best of 2018!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPRZ5zUj07OuSFAXkGX8ritm0XIQnH3oEvjacfAqzniaYV4s89OwZPkd9qXL28ydmaXPIEdt0xO0bOhZiAbfxraWyXdGTUyAL3h_8JENcfQXWxWxPHtYLpmYe9O9HeXoWOudbc8UC4Pxk/s1600/Collages.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPRZ5zUj07OuSFAXkGX8ritm0XIQnH3oEvjacfAqzniaYV4s89OwZPkd9qXL28ydmaXPIEdt0xO0bOhZiAbfxraWyXdGTUyAL3h_8JENcfQXWxWxPHtYLpmYe9O9HeXoWOudbc8UC4Pxk/s800/Collages.jpg" /></a></div><br />
It's that time of year when I share the best of 2018 captures. We visited several botanical gardens, a national wildlife refuge, an artist's village, a state park, and I even spent an afternoon capturing images of Elk and Bison at the prairie at Land Between the Lakes. And least of all, I threw in a few images from around Old Hickory Lake in Hendersonville, Tennessee. While I didn't travel far out of state, I still managed to capture some unique images. I hope wherever 2018 took you in your travels you were able to stop and smell the roses and take a few pics to tell your story. Have a wonderful 2019 and here's to lots of new adventures and journeys with your camera in tow. ENJOY!</div>Carol Mattinglyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00072033556414487738noreply@blogger.com9