Tag Archives: Nebraska
I’ve been here many times, but never knew it was called The Village Inn. I just knew it was where we went for the Friday night fish fry in Allen, Nebraska. Allen, Nebraska, USA.
Near Clinton, Nebraska, USA.
This is the first image I made when I discovered the world of textures and layers. I was hooked. Near Merriman, Nebraska, USA.
Some of the windows in the old family farm house which no longer exists. Wayne, Nebraska, USA.
Somewhere in Nebraska there is a free-roaming herd of red cars.
Part of Carhenge, near Alliance, Nebraska, USA.
Here’s a textured version of a photo I took last year in Cody, Nebraska. I think the alterations improved it. This is the original. I love old buildings, especially these rusty ones.
I think this small ‘barn’ was in western Nebraska. Gravity has not yet won this struggle. Linked to Barn Charm.
The two windows look like beady little eyes to me and it gives the barn a personality. Here there was no question that the barn has a face. Check out the other entries on Barn Charm.
I like the old barns the best, the ones on their last legs, returning to the earth. And yet this one saddens me. It was the horse barn on my grandparents’ farm in Nebraska. When I was a child (over … Continue reading
One of my favorite photography subjects over the years has been abandoned houses. Hiking in the desert we might come across old adobe walls. In the middle of cultivated fields in Nebraska there will be gray wood skeletons of big … Continue reading
I’ve done writing workshops where everyone is given the same prompt, say ‘pearl necklace’ and asked to write about it. There will be as many different takes on it as there are writers – some will write memoir, some humor, … Continue reading
Well, I did not do well on writing for the blog while I was traveling. Partly it was the camera and computer refusing to communicate and me not being able to translate for them. Although at home, they do quite … Continue reading
It’s a summer evening in northeast Nebraska, hot, humid. The afternoon thunder storm dumped rain on the farms two miles west of here, but my grandparents’ farm got only the humidity. After supper, we move to the screen porch. Grandma … Continue reading
Uncle George hunted deer, fished for trout, and foraged for asparagus. Western Nebraska was the place for deer; the Missouri River was the place for fish. And secret patches along the roads of Wayne, Nebraska were the spots for wild … Continue reading