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These guys have started showing up in our grass where the afternoon sun hits. About the size of a US Dime and normally dark brown. This was a 20 image stack.
Sorry for the quick repost, I forgot my EXIF data
I am pretty sure you don't want to hang around that thing. The trouble these guys get into.
Happy Teddy Bear Tuesday
. . . actually, our riding mower in the garden shed, but the shadows were just right to give it a fearsome look, so it was easy enough to paint on teeth. . .
This 2008 photo is another in my series of older ranch shots in the Bear Lake Valley, Idaho. Daryl Woolstenhulme runs his own ranch with draft horses and often gets requests from other ranches to mow their fields the old way. This time he was mowing in Montpelier, Idaho.
Panaeolina foenisecii or Himeshibafujitake in Japanese.
This mushroom is commonly found in lawn, and called the mower's mushroom, haymaker or brown hay mushroom. I am not sure if it is tasty or not, but the worm‐eaten holes on the tiny pileus indicate that there must be small lovers of this fungus.
I've had a couple of visits to RHS Hyde Hall in June. These are my favourite images from the 12th and 19th. These thankfully were non-rainy days, lots of sunshine, colour and wildlife.
An antiques Sickle Mower on display at Elmer's Hideout in Taylor Township in Black River Matheson in Northeastern Ontario Canada
You have to be very careful walking through the fallen Autumn leaves right now as the California Raisins migration is underway and it can be easy to step on one. Fortunately I saw this one just in time! :-)
Glad I got this when I did as the park crew came by with mowers and chopped up al these beautiful leaves the next day. Still more to fall under this maple, though. It is incredibly popular with pro photographers for portraits.
Just a bit of my weird humor. Not much going on right now so had a bit of fun with a couple of our old California Raisin figures. Lost our Minion figure last year so only have these to play with now. I made sure no one saw me doing this. :)
Mower and I are allies. We use our combined strength to fight "Lawn - stealer of spare time and weekends " Lawns might is tenfold. We smite Lawn down, we think we've won, yet lawn continues to rise. I grow weary, but the fight must go on.
When I first moved to the Bear Lake Valley there were several people who farmed with teams of horses. Now there are just a couple. Some people who had a field to mow or plow would hire horses just for the pleasure of seeing the work done the old way. That was the case in this photo taken in Montpelier, Idaho in 2004. Since then the driver on the left has passed away and the one on the right has left the area. I see photos of old sickle-bar mowers fairly often on Flickr, so now you have seen them in action. This was scanned from an old slide to create a digital image.
“We must not hope to be mowers,
And to gather the ripe gold ears,
Unless we have first been sowers
And water the furrows with tears.
It is not just as we take it,
This mystical world of ours,
Life’s field will yield as we make it A harvest of thorns or of flowers.”
~ Goethe
The lawn got a bit out of control this summer. We had a very busy month before we left for two weeks in Europe, and by the time we got back it was too long for our handy little push mower to do anything other than mash it down like a bad comb-over.
So I went to Lowe's and bought a power mower. And assembled it. And it started on the first pull, and the earth shook, sparks flew, horrifically loud scraping metal sounds ... the engine was mounted incorrectly (that bit of handywork straight from the factory), and the new lawn mower was DOA.
So I brought it back to Lowe's. They said they'd replace it, but I had to remove the gasoline.
So I bought a gas can and a funnel (rather than drive all the way home and back), went out to the corner of the parking lot, and got in a good lawn-mower-lifting workout, holding it up in the air and twisting it around to try to drain the gas into the funnel. Most of the gas wound up on the pavement, or me; the day-labor guys sitting under the trees along Rainier Avenue had a good laugh. Then I went back into Lowe's, waited in line (again), returned it, got a new one, brought it home, assembled it (much more quickly the second time), and ... finally ... mowed the damn lawn.
Having rented for a few years before we bought our house last year, I had completely forgotten how much fun it is to have a yard. Next project: trimming the hedges.
Not fast and doesn't do the best job but, boy is he quiet.
Rabbit, Rondeau Provincial Park, July 6, 2022.
This family, whom I met when I took the photo, bought Como Mower Sales & Service after its former owner, Jerry Devine the Woodcarver, retired to Tennessee. Let's hear it for the great state of Tennessee with its folk art traditions!
By request.
John Dawson wrote: "When I was growing up I spent a lot of time on one of these. Scared me a lot...but by the time you were old enough to lower the blade and reach the foot "pedal" to engage it... it was your job."
Lawn mowing, the job that never seems to end once summer arrives. This is my entry for the Whirlpool photo comp "Summer"
Lawn mowing Sheep in Tuscany.
While driving on the Road from Siena to Asciano, we suddenly saw the sheep on this hill so i quickly turned the steering wheel around and went onto a gravel path. Our car is not really made for such roads, so it was pretty bumpy, but finally we got to this vantage point - it was worth it!
Looks way better on black
Have a nice weekend!
This is actually an old photo I took when I was first starting out as a landscape photographer. I had been really digging those long exposure shots where the clouds are streaking across the sky, so I tried to take one of my own. The Mower Tract where this was taken is a large piece of land on Cheat Mountain in West Virginia that used to be a strip mine. They say it's being reclaimed, but really they're just making a huge mess with makeshift "dispersed" camping spots in between, but I digress... This was a beaver pond at one point, but the beavers, like most wildlife on this tract, have moved on. Anyway, I decided recently to make this a black and white, and it turned out way better than I expected.
Let me know what you think in the comments.
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The start of lawn mowing season.
To answer the questions of passers-by:
- The "motor" is right behind it, wearing a yellow t-shirt and answering your smart aleck question.
- Yes, I am "in for it." If by "it" you mean a light workout while doing my small part to help the environment.
- No, I don't need to borrow your mower. That's very kind of you though. It's really not that hard. Seriously, I'm doing this by choice.
Several attempts were needed to get this picture right. Each time I had to remove the grass from the lens and give it a good clean. Synchronising my mowing skills with the camera's timer took some time to get right. My neighbours were looking from their balcony while I repeated the same action over and over again... :-)