Showing posts with label kentucky. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kentucky. Show all posts

18.5.09

salute the evening


A tiny place, on Good Night Road, off of US31E, is a by-appointment-only tea house. This building is next door.

tell me what is happening here


When resting, this lizard would put his front legs on his back, as you see here. Isn't that a hoot? Anyone know why?

update on liberty


Turns out that this Statue of Liberty was not one of the Boy Scout ones (see previous post). This one is made of metal, is shorter, and was originally sold with that godawful lamp as a lawn ornament.

17.5.09

liberty for sale


Cave City is a little antique-store-filled metropolis outside of Mammoth Cave National Park. And there, there, was this Statue of Liberty. I'm certain that it is one of those that the Boy Scouts had placed in a number of towns around the country back in the early 1950s....see here. I wonder what place lost theirs?

5.10.07

turtle


This turtle was just waiting to be mushed by the next vehicle on the boat ramp to the Kentucky River at Fort Boonesborough. I moved it to the edge into the grasses, but took photos before that. What kind of turtle is this? It's shell looked as though it had some strange growths on it and it's right hind leg wasn't retracting all the way anymore. Mostly, it just looked bewildered.

2.10.07

quilt barn


Two for one: travel and quilts! I knew that Ohio had a project for putting quilts, of a sort, on barns, but hadn't realized that Kentucky also is doing it. Here is a tobacco barn, on US68, between Blue Licks and Paris. I saw another one in the distance somewhere the other day, too.

1.10.07

drying tobacco


Tobacco plants are quite beautiful when hanging to dry, like in this barn in Willow, Kentucky. I passed many small barns with harvests drying in them. This area of Kentucky—just south of the Ohio River, east of Cincinnati—is lovely; when I got out of the car to take photographs, there were no human sounds until a pickup truck could be heard coming up the road, passing me, and going out of sight in the other direction. And then it was back to the birds and rustling leaves and one flag flapping on its pole in a small cemetery.