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The front porch of a Bay View home in Petoskey, Michigan.
Beginning in 1875 as a Methodist camp, the Bay View Association encouraged scientific and intellectual development within a religious community. In 1885 John M. Hall of Flint, Michigan, began the summer educational assembly program. The Methodist camp meeting resort of Chautauqua, New York, inspired Bay View to organize schools of art, cooking, elocution, and music. In addition, cottagers participated in religious study, reading circles, dramatic and recreational activities. In 1890 Evelyn Hall was built for the Women's Christian Temperance Union. William Jennings Bryan, Bruce Catton, Lillian Hellman, Helen Keller, and Booker T. Washington were among the speakers who came here. Bay View continues to attract cotagers from throughout the United States. I am fortunate to live close enough to Bay View to benefit from several of their summer classes and lectures. The 'camp' is a beautiful place to stroll in a near-Rockwellian setting.
Andromache Astrapol, Queen of the Northern Breezes, adjusted the burners. She eased off the heat, and allowed the steam to clear. The mushroom broth was done.
It had been a hard course that brought her and her vessel, the Prospect of Zion, to this anchorage. Right now, all she wanted was a chance to put her feet up and rest a moment.
All too soon her people would be here, bombarding her with their troubles and needs. And it wasn't that she minded, necessarily. They were a deserving folk. But, by the heavens, it was incessant!
She shooed El Cazador from her seat. The tiny tyrant clawed at the seat cushion and yowled its frustration, but she disregarded it. It already had exclusive use of a basket, two shelves, the best hammock and a ragged-looking ottoman. She was damned if she was going to let it colonise her rocking chair as well. A queen needed a throne if she was to recieve supplicants.
The soup was both scolding to the lips and rich to the taste. Cumin and pepper lent it a familiar spice. These were the riches of caravans that had travelled many hundreds of leagues. The wealth of her people.
And soon they would be here; mooring up for the winter. She ran over the essentials in her head; there was plenty water for many families - as drinking supplies and as solid ice. There were good lines of sight in every direction. The nearest settlement was over 30 leagues off, and unlikely to give them any trouble. Food and fuel would be provided. And this year enough of the families would share the responsibility that no-one could take advantage. It might be five months or more before they left Coldharbour. And there would be no-one impoverished or starved on her watch.
El Cazador sprang back into her lap, and curled into a ball quickly, lest she dispute the arrangement. It watched her with wary eyes, ready to fight, even as it settled in. But Andromache Astrapol, Queen of the Northern Breezes, simply sipped at her broth. After all, who was she to deny a throne to such a persistent pretender?
Creator: Agnew, Garnet (Garnet Gerald), 1886-1951 ; Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. : 1866-1939).
Location: Brisbane, Queensland.
Description: Illustration shows an old lady seated in a rocking chair in front of an electric heater with a shawl around her shoulders. She is knitting, with a newspaper spread across her lap and appears to be listening to the radio on headphones. Behind her is a large blue disc, with the word "winter" written on its rim.
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A plain white rocking chair, stripped, sanded and re-painted. I used the a damaged enid blyton book to decoupage parts of the chair.
Rocking chairs lined up in February sunshine. This is the front porch of a seaside inn on Cape Cod (Massachusetts) on a spring-like winter day.
Casey Jones was an American railroad engineer from Jackson, Tennessee who worked for the Illinois Central Railroad (IC). On April 30, 1900, he alone was killed when his passenger train collided with a stalled freight train at Vaughan, Mississippi on a foggy and rainy night. His dramatic death trying to stop his train and save lives made him a folk hero. This rocking chair inside his house is a little bit creepy hehe!
Passed by this while walking back from lunch. The picture taking I get, but the tree turned clothes rack?
Apparently the dogs prefer to sleep by him and not her. I presume this couple is a man and wife enjoying a nice country day on their porch. Real photo postcard (RPPC) with an unused back. Found in Ohio.
Here is the rocking chair I've been refinishing; here it has been stripped and sanded down to the original wood and cane weaving. Unfortunately the seat caning is broken so I have no choice but to reweb and add a cushion. Chair has since been painted a rustic country brown and looks completely different.
Slats in the old corncrib let in the banded sunshine. Barn is not old, but was built from old barn wood.
From negative via camera shot of the negative
sometime late December 1972 or early Jan 1973
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Part of our "home series"
We bought Dr. Seuss story book CD's for the girls when they were tiny. Daddy found them and now has Jack ADDICTED to "Hop on Pop" and Dr. Seuss's "ABC" and he knows every word to both books. He is right now skipping around saying "hop on pop" lol over and over.
So, yesterday I snapped this of him "reading" while listening to his DR Seuss CD in his room. ;)
An antique doll chilling out in an antique rocking chair at mom & dad's. Turned out a bit more creepy than I'd anticipated.
This is my favorite shot from this photo shoot :)
With beautiful Texas Hill Country views, who wouldn't want to? Sometimes I think we'd all be better off if they started building houses with front porches again.
Kendall County, Texas
Pops made me a rocking chair when i was 24 to celebrate my Birthday and me being pregnant with my first child. Its 22 yrs old. Hey dont be telling people how old i am. giggling
This little active 6 month old was really fun to shoot. Her mom had a headband or bow for each of the 6 outfits we tried on!
Nothing serious - just stuff.
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The parlor of my grandfather's childhood home in Milwaukee. The house is still there, but I've never been inside (I've only been to Milwaukee once, on a family trip when I was 13 years old). Still, there are many items in this photo I recognize as having been passed down through the family in the 100 or so years since this photo was taken.
My husband and I recently started a little LEGO contest to improve our building skills. Alternately each one of us sets a theme and both of us have to build a corresponding model.
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My rocking chair.
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January 1.
Spent the afternoon with my family. Watched Michigan vs. Florida, ate a casual lunch. opened Christmas presents together since we were not all together on Christmas. Mom knitted me a little scarf with a colorful fringe on the ends. She made a fruitcake for my dad, who is one of the only people in the western hemisphere who actually adores fruitcake. She gave my older brother a puzzle. A jigsaw puzzle with a picture of tropical birds on the front.
"A puzzle?" he asked. None of us understood that one.