Ribbon Candy
I wish we could put up some of the Christmas spirit in jars and open a jar of it every month. ~Harlan Miller
Candy Jar
December 16, 2009 by 7 Comments
Peterson Wagon Shop
December 15, 2009 by 6 Comments
Old World Wisconsin
Another scene using the Olympus E-P1’s pinhole art filter to help soften all that white snow and gray sky. I may be using this a great deal this winter if December is any indication of what is to come.
Rankinen Farm at Old World Wisconsin
December 13, 2009 by 9 Comments
Old World Wisconsin
We traveled to Eagle Wisconsin to attend The Spirit of Christmas Past at Old World Wisconsin, a Wisconsin State Historical Society site. Old World Wisconsin is a settlement depicting 19th- and early 20th-century rural Wisconsin located on almost 600 acres of wooded hills in the Kettle Moraine State Forest. The Crossroads Village and the Finnish Settlement were open the past two weekends, and provided a rare opportunity to photograph the outdoor rural museum dressed in a winter cloak.
I liked the way the Rankinen Farmstead was tucked into the landscape. Though I was wishing for blue skies dotted with lots of fluffy clouds, the gray skies seemed to enhance the reflection effect in this photograph. No complaints about the weather – the afternoon was pleasant with mild temperatures in the low 30s and no wind. I used the Olympus Pen’s pinhole art filter to balance all that winter white.
The Rankinen Farm was moved to the museum site from Bayfield County in northern Wisconsin and is depicted as it was in 1897.
Blue Skies
December 12, 2009 by 14 Comments
Crispy Cold
There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you . . . in spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself. ~Ruth Stout
Pine Forest
December 11, 2009 by 18 Comments
After the Snow Storm
We all travel the milky way together, trees and men… trees are travellers, in the ordinary sense. They make journeys, not very extensive ones, it is true: but our own little comes and goes are only little more than tree-wavings – many of them not so much. ~John Muir, Scribner’s Monthly, November 1878
