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Faces in the the Ballpark Crowd Part Three

Polly and I have attended a handful of major and minor league baseball games this year, with two more yet on the schedule. We live about an hour from Toledo, Ohio and 45 minutes from Fort Wayne, Indiana. This affords us the opportunity to see the Single A affiliate of the Cincinnati Reds, the Dayton Dragons, play the Fort Wayne Tin Caps and the AAA affiliate, the Louisville Bats, play the Toledo Mud Hens.

I love minor league baseball. The stadiums are much smaller, usually seating less than 10,000 people. The stadiums have a cozy, down home feel and, as a photographer, this closeness allows me to shoot the game up close. Instead of posting photographs of game action, I thought I would post some of the non-game related shots. I hope you enjoy them.

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Faces in the the Ballpark Crowd Part Two

Polly and I have attended a handful of major and minor league baseball games this year, with two more yet on the schedule. We live about an hour from Toledo, Ohio and 45 minutes from Fort Wayne, Indiana. This affords us the opportunity to see the Single A affiliate of the Cincinnati Reds, the Dayton Dragons, play the Fort Wayne Tin Caps and the AAA affiliate, the Louisville Bats, play the Toledo Mud Hens.

I love minor league baseball. The stadiums are much smaller, usually seating less than 10,000 people. The stadiums have a cozy, down home feel and, as a photographer, this closeness allows me to shoot the game up close. Instead of posting photographs of game action, I thought I would post some of the non-game related shots. I hope you enjoy them.

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Faces in the the Ballpark Crowd Part One

Polly and I have attended a handful of major and minor league baseball games this year, with two more yet on the schedule. We live about an hour from Toledo, Ohio and 45 minutes from Fort Wayne, Indiana. This affords us the opportunity to see the Single A affiliate of the Cincinnati Reds, the Dayton Dragons, play the Fort Wayne Tin Caps and the AAA affiliate, the Louisville Bats, play the Toledo Mud Hens.

I love minor league baseball. The stadiums are much smaller, usually seating less than 10,000 people. The stadiums have a cozy, down home feel and, as a photographer, this closeness allows me to shoot the game up close. Instead of posting photographs of game action, I thought I would post some of the non-game related shots. I hope you enjoy them.

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Beauty at the Bard Centennial Fountain

Bryan, Ohio is about five miles from our home. Bryan is the seat for Williams County and arguably has one of the nicest courthouses in Ohio. Nearby Defiance County has one of the worst. Two years ago, Bard Manufacturing donated the funds necessary to install a fountain on the northeast corner of the courthouse lawn.  Here’s two photos of a young woman who was enjoying the coolness of the fountain with her two children.

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Waiting for a Ride

As a photographer, I am always looking for the next shot.  I never know when a photographic opportunity might present itself. In the photos that follow, we were sitting at an intersection outside of Fort Wayne and I noticed a young woman impatiently waiting for someone to pick her up. Evidently, her car had run out of gas.

I am not a big fan of posed photography. I prefer taking photographs of people when they are not aware that I am doing so. This allows me to capture a person or persons in their natural state.

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Death by Duck: The Photograph that Almost Killed Me

On April 5, 2015, Polly and I took a short road trip south that landed us in Delphos, Ohio. Like many of our day trips, we had no planned destination. We just head north, south, east, or west and see where it takes us. Our children have plenty of stories they could tell about Dad’s famous road trips. When the children were young, we rarely had much money, so piling into the car and going somewhere, anywhere was a cheap form of entertainment. While we have the money to take “real” trips, we still like unplanned trips that take us to places we’ve never been.

In back of the Delphos Herald building there is a canal and lock dating back to the days of the Miami and Erie Canal. As I shared before, getting to the canal was a challenge for me, but I carefully made my way down to the canal, snapping photographs as I walked. (waddled would be a better word) Once I had my photo fix, it was time to head back to the car. I thought, I should go back the way I came. Instead, Polly came near the concrete abutment and I thought, with her help, I could hop up. Yeah…the hop turned into a nasty fall, a fall that left me with a nasty gash on my leg and numerous other contusions. Polly landed on her knees and was quite sore for several days. A week or so later, the gash became infected. Since I am diabetic, any wound like this can be deadly. Fortunately, the doctor prescribed me an antibiotic and it killed off the infection.

My decision to hop up instead of walk back was foolish. Had I fallen backwards instead of forward, I would have tumbled down the abutment into the canal. I have no doubt that the fall likely would have killed me. This was a reminder to me that I am not physically fit and I am not twenty-five  anymore. As I am writing this, a humorous thought comes to my mind. Polly, how did your husband die? He was killed by a duck.

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Two Interesting Granaries

No, granaries isn’t a misspelling. When I first typed the word I spelled it graineries. The spell check God objected and told me the proper spelling is granaries. It’s pronounced as I spelled it the first time. Just another one of those strange English words.

Earlier this year, on two of our short Ohio/Indiana/Michigan road trips, I photographed two granaries that I thought were quite interesting. Hopefully, you find them interesting too.

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From Farm to Table: Where Our Burgers and Steaks Come From

Most Americans are completely disconnected from the source of their daily sustenance. In the 1950’s, the decade of my birth, 12.6% of the American work force consisted of farmers. In 1900, 38% of American workers worked on a farm. Today, only 2% of American families operate a farm or a ranch. Small family farms have become a relic of a bygone era as major corporations and large acreage farmers dominate farming. Our food supply is increasingly in the hands of multinational corporation who care only about the bottom line. Years ago, a farmer in the church I was pastoring at the time told me that the on-hand American food supply was dwindling, and that it would only take one nationwide crops failure for Americans to find themselves starving. Disconnected from where food really comes from, Americans go to the grocery thinking that there will always be a ready supply of eats.

Ask the average child raised in the city or the suburbs where hamburger comes from and they will likely say the supermarket. Even here in the rural heartland, children are increasingly ignorant about where their food comes from.  Our supply of meat is controlled by a few multinational corporations and large concentrated animal feeding operations (factory farms) These farms hide from public view the horror that goes on behind closed doors. Why is it factory farms and industrial slaughterhouses never offer tours of their facilities? I would think they would want everyone to know where their food comes from.  For most Americans, all it would take is one tour to turn them into vegetarians.

I have spent most of my life in farm country. Though my Dad wasn’t a farmer, we lived in many a farm-house and often visited the farming operations of my Dad’s brother and brother-in-law. At an early age I learned where food came from. Knowing what I know, I have struggled for years with eating meat. Knowing what goes on in factory farms and industrial slaughterhouses, I often find myself sickened by the very thought of eating a burger or streak. Yet, in time, my guilt will assuage and off to Fort Wayne I’ll go with Polly to eat a steak at Texas Roadhouse. This is one area where I deliberately ignore what I know to be true, going against my moral and ethical values. I know what I SHOULD do, but my craving for meat almost always wins the battle between desire and morality.

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Horsing Around in Amish Country, Eastern Indiana

Earlier this year, Polly and I took a road trip to eastern Indiana that eventually landed us in Amish country. Here’s a few of the photographs I took of some horses on an Amish farm. The young horse on the ground was either sick or injured and could not stand. We watched for quite some time as both adult horses  nudged the young horse, trying to get him to stand. For readers upset at the farm owners for allowing a sick/injured horse to lie on the ground, the Amish often treat animals as a commodity or a tool. Those who have not lived around the Amish often see the Amish as kind, loving folks who wouldn’t hurt a fly. Sadly, some of them can be quite cruel towards their horses and livestock. Last week, I posted some photographs of Amish sheep that were being used to clear ditch lines of weeds. All of the sheep, save one, were quite indifferent to us and went about their work as if we didn’t exist. One sheep, however, was terrified of us and repeatedly tried to flee, only to be violently jerked back by the chain around their neck. Surely the sheep’s owner knew of its fearfulness. Why put it out by the road where it would be terrified every time a car or person came close?  We quickly moved away from the sheep, not wanting to cause it further harm.

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Amish Sheep in Southeast Michigan

Last Sunday, Polly and I took a short road trip to Homer and Albion, Michigan. We had been to Homer years ago. One of the photographs I took in Homer of our youngest daughter Laura won a local photography contest. Polly thought a return to Homer might provide an opportunity for me to take another award-winning photo. The weather God didn’t help me much, so Homer was pretty much a bust, but I took a lot of other pictures as we traveled the rural  roads of SE Michigan that I think are keepers.

We were delighted to stumble upon a small Amish community. This community is quite poor compared to their brethren in the eastern Indiana. Some of the houses were quite rough, in need of repair. Some were downright dumpy. One oddity was seeing sheep tethered or chained in the ditches in front of many of the Amish homes. I suspect that they were using the sheep to “cut”  the weeds and grass along the ditch line. What follows are photographs of several of the sheep that took time out from their grazing to pose for me.

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Notes

Slogan on Homer water tower? Homer is Home *sigh*

Cost for one year at Albion College? $51,000

Percentage of Albion residents who are black? 30% What made me look this stat up? A lot of churches with crazy sounding Pentecostal names that are typically found in bigger cities.

Favorite find? Whitehouse Nature Center, operated by Albion College. Will definitely have to return and walk the trails.