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An antique Reaper-Binder on display at Elmer's Hideout in Taylor Township in Black River Matheson in Northeastern Ontario Canada
Another type of antique Reaper-Binder on display at Elmer's Hideout in Taylor Township in Black River Matheson in Northeastern Ontario Canada
At some point this photo was #8 on the Explore pages for May 8, 2006, according to Flagrant Disregard's Scout. Blogged shimmertje.livejournal.com
I was playing with my camera and regular household items when I came up with this shot. I used my Sigma 90mm macro lens that will only shoot at f2.8.
"I never know what's real out here anymore" said the prairie painter
"My imagination seems to have an appetite all it's own. I begin
to see things that don't really exist."
"Keeping it real is only part of the story, replied the gull.
Roll with your tide of emotions.
It's when you fail to let loose your imagination and cut the strings,
then your creative force becomes confined like this hay bale
wrapped tightly with binder twine, waiting to be rescued"…..TC
It's officially September, and whether you fancy sushi or not, one can't help but enjoy the harvesters/combines dotting our rural prairie landscapes kicking up dust and creating that chaff fog. This is particularly attractive with a clear sunset, topping up otherwise warm light. Maybe, just maybe this is the closest we get to vapour fog. If you've never travelled these rural roads in September, it's well worth a drive into the countryside.
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Clun Castle is a 13th Century Castle built to defend the Welsh Marches. Now ruined it is defended by a gate held in place by binder twine.
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Historic Stewart Farm,
Elgin Heritage Park,
Elgin, Surrey, British Columbia, Canada
"Revolving paddles press the crop against the cutting blades. The cut grain was caught on a table where it was bound into sheaves. Eight to ten sheaves were set upright into shocks to dry until threshing time. When the time was right the shocks were put through the thresher to separate the grain from the straw."
After our return from the cemetery on Dixon we arrived at the junction of Grove and Gold Run Streets in Gold Hill, I found that I could expand my collection of mountaineering wagons. Surprise. Hallowe'en is set to arrive in a couple of weeks. This will have to be my Halloween posting. An orange Binder on the street in old Gold Hill, can you imagine? I am sure that you can read the model sign next to the hood. This was produced by the International Harvester Corporation around 1950. Of course, International Harvester made binders for the agricultural sector and thus the pick'em ups became Binders. Say, this was one of the L-110 series binders! I like the hood open lever; I guess that the hood flopped over in hinges on the far side. Sheesh, this probably runs! Well until it got stuck here anyway.
This is another shot up Gold Run that begs a surrounding tall tale. eDDie was blathering about a story that he had already made up for MY grave stone. The story sounded lame to me. Personally, I'd go for a story about an outlaw, but that is just me. The rain hit me on four trips up at Gold Hill in the early summer. The last rain day was early June when we were on our way walking and poking through Gold Hill, the mining community on the America's Historic Registry. Today bore no portent of rain and changing aspen are creating Gold Hill-sides. I found this just below Suicide Hill Street and the Dodge Brothers Power Wagon. (Finally, truth in advertising!) After shooting several opportunities there, I turned onto Grove which becomes Dixon Road to visit the Gold Hill cemetery. Apparently, no one died in the seven years after founding Gold Hill in 1859. I didn't find the first to tip over when the Cemetery was inaugurated in 1866. Some of the stones could not be read. On the other hand I expect that they have had a peaceful sleep.
Gold Hill is a remnant of the oldest Colorado mining days (1859) and I caught sight of this shot that most illustrates this fanciful mountain life. To say Gold Hill tops a mountain ridge is accurate with the road east and west rise slightly while Lickskillet, north, and Gold Run, south to Boulder, drop off the sides of the ridge. In fact, Lickskillet Gulch was navigable in a car. Never in March. As Wiki puts it: Gold Hill is accessible from nearby Left Hand Canyon Road via Lick Skillet Road, the steepest county road in the United States. It IS safe to descend in first gear IF you have good brakes. Be very careful on your way down but when you get to Lefthand Canyon in the valley, you need extra caution, As much as half the road is dirt and temporary to provide access after the floods. It is about ready for paving. Yet again, I have to return to make a another stab at covering Gold Hill. I have no idea how much work it would take.
Gold Hill has lasted for decades through the original gold boom, the second gold boom, the silver boom and its 1893 demonetization and finally the return to reliance on gold and tungsten mining and processing. It has never completely died and is not accurately, a ghost town. It's history of transportation was a bit tortured considering one route was Lickskillet. I assume most transportation was to and from the Gold Hill Railway Station when the Switzerland Trail rails were laid west on its way to Ward. The steep sides of the canyon originally meant the road up from Boulder had to ascend the canyon. Old Gold Hill still lives on in this century-old mining camp. The narrow gauge route was never built from old Hill Station (see the map). The town continued to cling to the foothills above Boulder.