I’m putting both photography and biking topics in this post, but each under its own header. We’ll see if/how well this works.
We had a great weekend. On Saturday, Sarah and I drove around to take some photos, and ended up in the vacinity of Bloomfield, IN. We found some cool barns, some abandoned buildings, and a cool industrial area with some railroad tracks. I don’t have my photos from this outing yet, as I shot on film and didn’t get back in time to pick them up yesterday.
One of my infrared photos won the March assignment in the Flickr group Assignment: Indiana. This is a group that has a monthly topic, and members vote on a photo to win for that month’s assignment. I really wasn’t expecting to win. There are a lot of photographers there, and I thought infrared might be a little too weird for this. But I won! Sarah says this means I’m the best photographer in Indiana.
My photo that won the March, 2007 Assignment: Indiana topic, Industry
On Sunday, we drove around for some more photography, and ended up in such towns as Norman, Freetown, Kurtz, and Brownstown. The Google map for Kurtz (which almost seems from the map like a suburb of Freetown, which is tiny as well) absolutely cracks me up. There’s even a “No Name Street!”
We found some more abandoned buildings, and as we photographed some of them, a guy came out of a diner next door and yelled “That’s the best thing you can find to take photos of?” or something to that effect. We just ignored him, but it was a bit annoying. It also got me thinking about how to a lot of people, buildings like this are worthless. But they make me think about their history, in many cases wondering what the building was used for, or who lived there, or what things might have occurred there.
A great sign; I think this was one of those “76” places
A bicycle inner tube wrapped around a board on the porch of an abandoned house
I even attempted a couple of landscape shots
Shadows cast on a grungy wall
I also took some photos with the old Kodak Retina I have, I didn’t know what was on the roll when I started. There were a couple of photos from the Zoom Floom on the roll, and basically nothing else. I have no idea how that happened. However, the Zoom Floom photos look pretty ghostly, I love them.
Washed out Zoom Floom
Saturday evening, I did a quick 20-mile road ride, a modified version of my Mount Gilead Road route that took me down to Lake Lemon, one of several local lakes. It was a good ride — windy, but good. I hit 36 miles per hour on the Mount Gilead Road downhill, and also climbed up the other side without stopping again. That climb is a little weird, because slightly past the point where I feel like I need a break, it gets less steep — if I keep going just a little longer, I can continue climbing fairly easily.
In the valley between the descent and the climb, I saw three turkey vultures feeding on a deer carcass. They were off the road in a field, but not that far back. That’s the closest I’ve been to turkey vultures so far, and they sure are creepy. I made a noise fumbling for my camera, and they swooped up into three low nearby trees and loomed there. It was a pretty ominous scene. They were too far away to get any photographs at this point, so I just started riding again. It wasn’t because I was creeped out … no, definitely not that.
I was in a pretty bad mood this morning, I was running a little bit late, and it was just one of those mornings where for everything you try to do, you make two mistakes. I kept forgetting things, I realized there was no good way to get my lunch in my pannier, etc.
I even checked weather.com, and it said it was 48 degrees here, so I wore a jacket. I have no idea why I still check weather.com, as it’s been very inaccurate here lately. Accuweather.com has been much better. As soon as I got outside, I realized it was definitely warmer than that, but I didn’t really have time to put the jacket away.
Even my ride to work couldn’t cheer me up this morning. Just when I was starting to get in a little bit of a better mood, a guy on a single-speed bike with a messenger bag and no helmet passed me, and as I silently mocked him for not wearing a helmet, I realized I’d forgotten my own helmet. I always wear a helmet. Being passed by single-speed guy was a little blow to my ego, but it’s not a race or a contest to see who can ride like the biggest jerk (him) and piss off every car on the road (him).
I didn’t end up being very late, but I was sweating more than usual. But still, it was only 9:05 when I got to my desk after changing and everything. I checked weather.com again, and then it said 58 degrees. I really don’t think the temperature went up 10 degrees in half an hour. I’m fed up with weather.com.