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Tuesday, July 7, 2020

The sky after last evening's storm

Queen Ann's Lace (or something very similar)


Poltical messages in the park

Protests against racism have been going on all over the country for weeks. During my walks I've seen messages in chalk written on the walkways, but it's usually difficult to fit in the entire message into a photograph without resorting to an elevated platform. This is one message that I was able to get in most of:

It went with the familiar "Black Lives Matter" message nearby and lists a website entitled "young, black, and aware."

Rainbow over Colesville

We've had a couple of nice ones over the last week or so. Pam took this shot:

Daughter and granddaughter

Monday, July 6, 2020

Friday, July 3, 2020

Saturday, June 27, 2020


Honor Beatrice Logue born June 24, 2020 at 11:51 pm in New York City.

Baby, mother, and father are home and all doing well.

Monday, June 22, 2020

The pond in mid-June




Box turtle visits back yard

Pam photographed it last Friday:

Monday, June 8, 2020

Wednesday, June 3, 2020

Class of 2020 Commencement in the Park

Yesterday evening we heard the sound of "Pomp and Circumstance" coming from the park. Upon investigation, I saw that someone had the excellent idea of doing the graduation ceremony via a caravan of cars. Given the present circumstances of the banning of large indoor gatherings, it was the next best thing.

The dominant colors are apparently the school colors of Blake High School which is up New Hampshire Avenue from us.

The graduating seniors showed themselves through sunroofs and windows. Car horns were honking away.

I had a great time clapping and cheering these kids.

I noticed that sometimes one of the kids would recognize someone they knew in another car and shout out to them, reminding me that these students hadn't seen each other in months.

Flowering bushes along the pond

These caught my eye on Saturday:

Also, one at the other pond:

Tuesday, May 19, 2020

Another Great Blue Heron

Can't seem to stop photographing them every time I see them.

Blooms in the yard





Blooms in the park


Horse Chestnut Tree

Monday, May 18, 2020

Pam's temperature blankets

Pam has been working on a crochet project in which the color of each row corresponds to either the high or the low temperature of the day. There are two blankets, one for high temperatures and one for the low, and she selected a different color for each interval of eight degrees of temperature:


Sunday, May 17, 2020

Pam's yard pictures

A Mexican Evening Primrose:

More on Valley Mill plus a historic house

A few days ago I stopped by to study the historical makers about Valley Mill in order to get some idea of its location and to try to determine if the nearby brick house is the same one referenced on one of the markers. While I was there, a young man came out of the house. He turned out to be a friendly guy who was a park policeman who rented the house from the county. He verified that it was the same house mentioned on the historical marker and that it was built in 1793.

I brought up that the marker also said that the foundation for the mill still existed and asked him if he knew where I could find these remains. He said he didn't know, but I thanked him before he went on to work.

His information was helpful to me because he verified the house was the same one as the one in the photo taken in the 1930's which was reproduced on one of markers. Since the house and the mill appeared to be close by in the photo, I snooped around the property after he left. I found stacked stones mostly hidden by vegetation, and I think it's likely the stones were what's left of the foundation although I suppose they could have been part of a stone fence.

Soon after I retired, Pam and I took a course on the archeology of Montgomery County. I remember from the course that the database of designated archeological sites in Maryland was difficult to get authorization to access because the state didn't want people disturbing the sites and removing artifacts. That's okay because doing the detective work yourself can be satisfying.

Tuesday, May 12, 2020

A vacant building with family memories

Over the past few years I must have passed this structure hundreds of times without giving it a thought. On a walk with my friend Kurt a few weeks ago, he spotting it and recognized it as the bathhouse for a public pool that once was there.

The foreground of the photo is where the actual pool stood, and I was shocked to realize how small it had been, smaller than many backyard pools. Maybe it was the small size that made people frequent the larger county pools because there never seemed to be much of a crowd when we brought our family there. I remember having fun in that little pool on summer's days though and was disappointed when the county closed it.

The archeological activity that not long ago took place associated with the mills on Paint Branch makes me wonder if a future archeologist might discover buried remains of that pool.

House and yard--Mid Spring 2020




The pond on Saturday

Although much of the mid-day was taken up by a zoom internet reunion of high school friends, I got out for my usual morning walk and again in the afternoon. I think it must have been during the afternoon walk that I took this picture of the pond. It was windy that day.

Monday, May 11, 2020

Valley Mill

A few weeks ago when I posted of mills that once operating along Paint Branch, I was vaguely aware that there must have been a Valley Mill because that is the name of a section of the park. Along the trail that runs by the stream, there were makers for two mills, Snowden and Edmonton, but nothing else. Recently, however, in a part of the park a short distance from the trail, I found a two markers for Valley Mill, the last mill to operate along the stream.

The photo on the upper right of the marker was taken in the 1930's, a few years after the mill closed down, and shortly before the structure was torn down.

The second maker explains how the mill was constructed in 1879 although these local mills were already in the process of being driven out of business by the large, consolidated mills in the Midwest.

The markers make references to a brick house built in 1793 that was associated with the mills that operated along Paint Branch. Unfortunately, they aren't specific as to whether the house to the right of the above marker is that house.

Wednesday, May 6, 2020

Friday, May 1, 2020

Another pond picture

This one's from about a week ago:

Monday, April 27, 2020

The Great Blue Heron who took a stroll

As I was walking along the Paint Branch Trail this morning I spotted something I hadn't seen before--a large bird walking towards the pond. I have to admit I was hoping it was a wild turkey which wouldn't have been out of the question at all because I've been hearing reports of them showing up in the suburbs lately. After approaching the pond quietly, I wasn't disappointed to see what it actually was, however, since the big herons are always fun to watch.

Given the direction the bird was approaching from, I think the Great Blue Heron had been hunting for fish in the creek and then decided to try his luck at the pond. (As a fisherman, I tend to think I understand their actions.) He decided the distance was too close for flying, so he chose to walk.

Flowering tree over Paint Branch Creek


Lately I've been spending more time in that section of the park.

Monday, April 20, 2020

Great Blue Heron

Has been visiting the pond lately. When I was fishing a lot I saw them often and noted that individual herons differ greatly about how close they would allow a person to get before flying away. This one is very spooky, so this was the best shot I could get.

Monday, April 13, 2020

The pond between the storms

The weather was complex today. There was constant overnight rain which had not stopped when I walked this morning. Later in the morning a storm came through with heavy rain and thunder. As the photo below shows, the sun came out afterwards:

Another storm rolled in a little later, this one even more violent than the first and tornado warnings were issued. The storm ended as quickly as it arrived, and now the sun is out again.

The Paint Branch Mills

My friend Kurt called me a couple of days ago to tell me of the ruins of an old mill he found along the creek near his home. I told him about a couple of markers that the Park Department put up along the creek. This is one of the markers:

The text on the marker says that Edmonton's Mill was built on the creek in 1763. Further upstream there is a similar marker for another mill, Snowden's Mill, which was built 40 years earlier. Neither marker was specific as to where exactly these mills were located, so I wondered if either could be the ruins Kurt found even though from his description those ruins were miles downstream.

Easter Message on the Trail

The holiday was yesterday, and someone was busy with chalk before that.

The walker first follows a trail of eggs as shown above. Then comes the big message:

Sunday, April 12, 2020

Deer trio (final catch-up)

For the past few years the park authorities have been thinning the deer herd by shooting them at night. Here are three that have eluded the shooters:

A flowering tree near the other pond

Photo from earlier this past week.

The pond from the bridge in early April

Although I've taken many photos from this location over the years, this vantage point is slightly different.

Tree reflection, early April

This shot was taken at the "other" pond, and although it was taken later it's essentially a close-up of the same scene I photographed in February.

Next catch-up, from mid-March

Although I don't consider this a very good picture, I'm including it because I assume when I made the photograph I was struck by this flowering tree. Now, a month later, I have only the vaguest idea of where it was:

First catch-up, from late February

During this Covid-19 quarantine period, I've become lazy about posting on this bog, but today I'm playing catch-up. This photo of two mallards was actually taken in late February which was before the quarantine. The ducks were swimming in the small pond next to Randolph Road that I've passed by without noticing many dozens of times walking and probably thousands of times driving.