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There were a few days of heavy rains in the area earlier in the week; but on this day, lots of sun and a big blue sky, with a steady stream of huge cumulus clouds rolling through. I had already taken a few images of this scene (see below), and not wanting to overstay my welcome on the property, had returned to the car. Then the sounds of the tractor working the field came up, and back I went. John, the very congenial property owner, trades the alfalfa to the neighboring farmer for some cord wood, and everyone benefits, especially the cows. That freshly mown alfalfa had the sweetest scent!
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This pooch waited patiently for the bulldozing work to be done; knowing perhaps a long walk along that muddy road to the woodlot, from where these logs came, might soon follow – and it did.
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I owe this man a huge debt of gratitude, for his work planting and maintaining the flower bed behind him, at the Saint Frances Cabrini church. Many of my flower macros, including the four images that precede this post, are from that garden. He volunteers his time, and pays for all the bulbs himself. Last year he suprised me with some crocus (see April 2011). And the church itself is a wonderful place for prayer and meditation, any time of the day. Here, he takes a break from some spring cleanup.
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This man and his machine, a log loader, were working tree trunks harvested from the forest in the background. It was a remarkably efficient operation; 20-24 foot lengths of wood were lifted to a saw remotely operated from the cab, cut in half, and then stacked for transport. He was working solo.
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The rows of corn here are being cut down, chopped up, and thrown into dump truck beds, all in one incredibly smooth and efficient operation. The truck in the foreground is one of four working the field this day: one taking on the load, another waiting and two in transit.
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These two vehicles moving in tandem across the field make quick work of standing rows of corn. The chopped corn will typically be placed in a silo, where it will ferment and eventually be fed to livestock.
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While queueing up for another load of chopped corn/silage (see above), Chet told me that he was newly retired from driving big rigs, but was working odd jobs like this one because “… I got my eye on a 1981 Cadillac from Florida, 91,000 thousand miles, white, great shape, no rust…”.
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Bob Mosebach (above) and I played the bar and coffeehouse circuit in CT in the 1990’s, with some bookstores, house parties and 4-H camps thrown in to boot. He’s a great musician who still plays out a couple times a week. One nite, we played an end of summer concert at a local camp, to a demographic way younger than our normal crowd. Bob had been working there as the camp nurse, and as we were setting up, I wondered about holding the attention of the 150+ kids and adolescents in the cafeteria/hall. Without hesitating, he said “PA and amps on 10”. We opened with Gordon Lightfoot’s “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” at maximum volume; Bob at full throttle on a 12 string, and me wailin some of the loudest leads of my life. It worked – we played to a very attentive and appreciative audience the whole night.
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