​Saturday we heard of an old building being taken down in Akron. We loaded up and headed north. The strong front corner of the building was the only thing that remained by the time we had arrived. We parked and exited the vehicle camera ready -it was probably a good thing it was happening so fast or I would have been standing there with my mouth hanging open and tears streaming down my face.
The building -listed on the National Register of Historic Places on December 12, 1976- was designed in Akron ohio in 1895 by Architect Frank Meade for Paul Edward Werner of Werner Printing and Lithograph Company.
I had driven by this beautiful building many times over the years, always admiring it. It was known for resembling a german castle. A structure this spectacular did not appear overnight between Intricate details of stone, brick and wood work, I can’t even imagine the hours craftsmen put into this.
Hours and hours of labor, years upon years of people coming in and out to their jobs-A sea of faces, this wasn’t just a structure, an office, it was a livelihood. A place people came and went for over one hundred years, only to be knocked down in a manner of a few hours by just a few men.
This was very emotional for me to process the photos and write about. It saddens me greatly that so many years of history was erased for road construction-heartbreaking.

​Saturday morning, I woke up to a hard snow. I quickly got myself ready, grabbed the dog and off we went. There is something about Spring snow, especially this late in the year. All the birds are singing their early morning spring songs. I had not made it out quite fast enough to enjoy the first burst of snow but the next one wasn’t too far behind. As I cut through a discreet area-away from people and traffic-I was fully in my element. The fresh smell of the warm earth and the early spring blossoms was such a soothing blend. The vibrant pinks and lavenders were accented by spring greens popping through the heavy snow showers. I could hear the snow blowing through the trees, brushing every new leaf as it fell, and it fell hard. The wind whipped around, and the hard snow pelted my face. I did not mind though; I knew this would probably be the last real burst of snow until fall.
I got back to the house, picked up my other camera and set off to a park. In that mere half an hour the warmth of the sun and earth had already melted most of the snow. Only bits clung to the rounded petals of the blossoms. A mallard couple looked as surprised to see us as we did them. That didn’t stop them from their pursuit of breakfast.
I crave the warmth of spring but I truly enjoyed this late snow.

​Today is the vernal equinox, the earliest first day of spring nationwide in one hundred and twenty-four years. Here in Ohio it is cloudy but warm with a temperature of 52 degrees. As I sit here typing I can hear all the birds of spring through my open window. I know, I know 52 degrees isn’t all that warm, but we will take it here, and for the last several hours it hasn’t been raining so it was nice to get out of the house and walk for a bit today.
Today I am including some wonderful images from a walk we took on another beautiful March day. This is a park we love to go to where we can often see things like frogs and turtles. We all needed to step back from media and away from what we are all facing right now with quarantines and may businesses temporarily closed. So, a walk it was.
My youngest daughter and my grandson were my companions. We started off with an intense conversation about frogs. My grandson took off running in front of us in an oversized hoodie yelling “don’t step on the frogs” which my response was “it is has been a little too cold, I don’t think we will see any frogs today” He argued the point of course which eventually ended up being right.
The sun was warm, but the wind was quite chilly, with seventeen mph gusts we were thankful for the tall grasses that toward over our heads and of course all the other vegetation that blocked some of that wind. When the wind wasn’t blowing the sun was delightful, giving us something to look forward to in the months to come.
We saw many new buds, lots of worms which, of course, led to lots of birds having quite the banquet. Like many of our adventures there was lots of activity- walking, running, lots of talking and suddenly a frog, quite the specimen with vivid details. “I knew it” was whispered so the frog wasn’t scared-and very gently little hands picked him up and sheltered him from the cold wind. We were all quiet for a few moments while boy and frog bonded, then he was gently placed back in a sunny grassy patch off the path out of the site of dogs or runners.
I can’t wait for so many more adventures like this to come.

St. Patricks day weekend we headed to Erie Pa for a gig with one of my favorite bands -The Tradesman, at 9th and State Beer.  What a fun bar/beer store.  We really enjoyed ourselves and I may have partaken a green beer or two and a slice of reuben pizza.  After the show we stopped down the road to see another friend at Scotty’s Martini Lounge then thought we would head home.
Although the week before had been a bit mild we certainly didn’t luck out on temps this particular evening.  We weren’t on the road very long and decided we needed to find a place to sleep-we tucked into a truck stop and crawled under the blankets……man was it cold!  We both woke up early and decided we would make a few stops on the way first -breakfast.  We stopped in at Mary’s Diner in Geneva Ohio and filled our bellies with a hot breakfast and coffee.  It was just what we needed to start the day.
From there we headed back to the same areas I had photographed just three weeks before.  I was curious to see how much our ice dunes had melted.  Wow what a drastic change as you can see in the images.  The railing I photographed this time was completely buried under the ice dunes before.  There was also a lot of visible water on the lake, a sure sign that spring was right around the corner. 
The day was warming up and the sun was bright.  Next and final stop was the Lakeview Cemetery in Cleveland, Ohio near University Circle.  The Lakeview Cemetery is known for it’s beautiful stone sculptures, President Garfield’s monument, Alan Freed’s headstone, Elliot Ness’ burial spot and The Haserot Angel.  While it was all very beautiful, I was mesmerized by the Haserot Angel, it was if her eyes followed me wherever I went.  considered to be the angel of death, she holds in her hand a torch turned upside down to represent the extinguishment of life.  The cemetery itself has beautiful grounds.  I look forward to going back on a warmer day once the foliage starts to come out a bit more and explore more of the stone work and visit the Angel again.

A few weeks ago Mr. Trent and I took time to head up to Lake Erie so I could photograph the ice dunes.  We had a pretty severe wind storm in northeast Ohio and the result was an ice tsunami on February 25th 2019.  The very strong, some hurricane strength winds pushed the ice waves-some over 30 feet against the shores.  Knowing this was not an everyday occurrence I wanted to get images of these. 
Far too often lately I have been putting off my little photo adventures to deal with the day to day.  I made the decision that March 2 would be the day.  It was going to be cold, March came in like a lion if you are basing it on temperatures.   So, I packed up all my gear and warm clothes-we hopped in the van and headed toward the northern shores! 
As I checked out some places to have breakfast on the way I realized we were at the beginning of the maple syrup season.  The sap is flowing.  What better than stopping on the way to the shores then to have a delicious Belgian waffle with Geuga county maple syrup in front of a big open fireplace-romantic and delicious.  We went to the Sno-Chalet at Punderson State Park.  We each had a Belgian sugar waffle and an order of hash browns which were also cooked on the waffle maker with a delightful cheese and bacon mix.  What a way to start the day.  As we sat in front of the fire we planned our route to the shore via the Maple Madness Tour.
The Maple Madness Tour takes one around to a lot of the sugar houses in the area.  You can take part in many activities and see how maple syrup is made.  This part of our little adventure was pretty sweet.  The tour spots can be a bit busy and crazy, but it is a must see in Ohio.
After visiting a couple of stops we headed on up to Fairport Harbor to see the lighthouse.  I am sure you all are aware of my obsession for lighthouses so any trip to any shore includes at least one.  The ice in Fairport Harbor was not what I expected but that did not keep me from snapping a couple hundred images.  There were some very big logs washed ashore there.  From there we headed up the coast toward the east and stopped in Geneva, Ohio.
In Geneva the ice was more impressive, so I busily snapped away in the cold winds.  My Nikon tolerated it like a trooper!  My hands and face might have been numb, but I did not care!  The brisk air felt good after being indoors with the crust crud the week before.  Something about cold fresh air after a bodies been sick is good for the soul.  Mr. Trent suggested our next stop to be in Geneva.
 
We stopped at the township park in Geneva-on-the-lake-this was by far my favorite spot.  The ice dunes here were massive-my images do not do justice to the size!  We carefully walked around watching for fissures-mind you the lake in this area was still very frozen at this time.  Safety first (well most of the time).  I was running out of daylight and pretty tired, enough adventure for one day. we decided to get dinner and head home with one final stop at Walnut Beach Park in Ashtabula. The ice dunes were impressive here also.  The sun was setting it was a nice end to a beautiful day.

After a couple of very cold days at the end of January we had quite a warm up on February 3rd -all the way up to a balmy 55 with some beautiful sunshine.  I decided Mr. Trent and I should get out of the house and enjoy this a little bit, knowing full well there would be plenty of cold days ahead before Spring. 
We jumped in the van and started driving.  There was snow and ice melt and still an abundance of frozen areas that were glistening in the sun.  I didn’t specifically tell him where we were going, I would just chime in with a “turn right here” “turn left at the next street” and when I saw something that I wanted to capture, a very excited “stop here, stop here!”
We wound up at the Canton Garden Center.  This wasn’t a big adventure today, but we haven’t had much time for adventures so I can take what I can get.  We were not disappointed -strolling through the snow-covered gardens with the smell of the warming earth, and the sound of the small water falls along the paths.  I carefully navigated the icy patches to get the shots I wanted.  My mind rushed ahead to warmer temperatures and blooming gardens -I stopped it in its tracks.  No point in pushing time by so quickly.
We continued down the park drive through Stadium Park.  Stopping by the area where there is skating when the ice is more set.  From this area of the park we had a great view of the McKinley Monument.  I didn’t feel like navigating that today, but we will definitely be visiting it here and there when the weather is consistently warmer. 
At this point in our little adventure the afternoon, winter sunlight was dwindling quickly and I knew I had many things to do at home so we headed back to reality and responsibility.

Oh these crazy seasons of Ohio.  I know I write about these a lot but living here the seasons seem to become a focus for me at times, I am constantly amazed by Mother Nature’s creativity.  The leafs were spectacular in our little neck of the woods this year.  Mr. Trent and I managed to venture out to the Gorge Metro Park in Cuyahoga Falls Ohio.  I had a feeling that this would be the place to catch an eyeful of color.  Boy was I right.
The day was cool and crisp, bouncing between cloudy and glimmers of sunlight.  I grabbed my camera, and of course Mr. Trent- off we headed down the path.  Now if you haven’t been to the Summit County metro parks they are very much a hidden gem.  As much as I hate the winters here I do love all the different things there are to see and do in our state.  And by hate the winters, I mean I definitely do not embrace them.   Winter and I tolerate each other, occasionally this will come to a head as winter fills my driveway with snow and I shake my fist and curse at her only to get the insult of a bitter icy wind in my face.  Often we just maintain silence with an occasional nod.  I do have to admit she can create some beautiful things with her icy grasp but  Enough of that though let’s get back to this beautiful fall day.  The winds were whipping through the trees swirling the colors around us as we walked.  We could hear the roar of the water coming from the manmade dam.  The fact that we can hear the roar means excellent images ahead!  I am anxious to get  as many as I can because there is a strong rumor that this dam, that is no longer used to harness the natural energy, is going to be removed  and taken back to the waterfall that was underneath years ago.  The rains have been abundant and the water is flowing at an unbelievable magnitude.  I quickly leave Mr. Trent behind as I forge ahead with my camera aimed and ready.  The water droplets are dancing aggressively through the air.  Nothing can be heard over the barrage in front of my eyes, but I don’t care about words at the time with this power in front of me. It is mesmerizing;.  Well before I knew it more people had come around and I forced myself to tear my eyes away and look again at the rich blend of yellows, oranges and reds that surrounded me, oh and of course Mr. Trent, I was so immersed I almost forgot he was there too…..poor guy!
We turned and headed on down the slightly muddy trail, carefully stepping over rocks and roots, staying away from steep drop offs.  As the roar faded behind us the wind blew gently carrying with it the sting of cold rain.  Disappointment rushed over me.  These were the last peak days for the color and I wanted to capture as much as I could- in my mind with some beautiful sunlight glimmering through.  Oh well I sighed and moved on, at least we were out of the house and I would gather the best images I could to try and remember what a vivid fall this was.  As we huffed and puffed up and down the hills my disappointment resolved and I let the beauty encompass me.  Almost as soon as I had fully given in to the fact that there would be no sun out it popped with its rays beaming warm on my face.  We continued our hike adventuring all over the place.  We finally came to the area where the caves were.  It was clearly visible one of the caves apparently had some collapse and the trail there was not very passable, I tried to get Mr. Trent to climb over some very slippery rocks to shortcut to the other side but he wisely said a firm “No”, which made me stop and think and realize he was clearly right.  We continued back down the trail to Mary Campbell Cave and explored some there.  So much history tucked in amongst the mass of stone around us.  We took it all in. By this time both of us were quite hungry and the last half mile was filled with the discussion of lunch options.  We finished the afternoon with an incredible feast at Louie’s Bar & Grill in Akron, it wasn’t far from the Gorge and did not disappoint.  We warmed up, filled our bellies and enjoyed the ambiance.  Perfect way to end our little adventure.

​After a bit of a lull in travels and photography, Mr. Trent and I got back on the road again.  What started out to be a normal gig turned into a road trip with no work and some nice down time.  Since we were headed to the Milwaukee area anyway, we decided to just keep going and take a little extra time sightseeing-this will be the first of several sets of images and tales. 
The trip started off normal-getting on the road after a work shift with a loaded van.  When we left I thought we had arrangements to stay in a campground in Wisconsin but little did I know in a few hours things would change.  When we got the news that everything was canceled we bedded down in a WalMart parking lot to sort things out.  We made a decision to continue on.  After we started driving I thought to myself “I bet Chess Records will be open when we get to Chicago” And sure enough it was.  We found parking and jumped into a tour that had just started.  We had a wonderful guide who had quite the music history herself which made it even more interesting.  After we climbed the same flight of stairs that many greats had climbed before us we knew it was going to get even better.  The studio was incredible; our guide went through the ins and outs of the structure and how and why it was designed to get the best sound possible.  She played tracks that had been recorded there.  The sound was clearly specific to this particular place and as I closed my eyes I could imagine being in that room watching these incredible musicians while the person at the mixer board pushed and pulled everything in line to make a very clear cut one of a kind sound.  I was swept away in the moment,  as the music stopped I was jolted back into 2018.  I knew our tour was about to end.  I highly recommend visiting Chess Records if you are in Chicago especially if you find yourself there when they are open for tours.
The tour was over and we headed back to to the van, the aromas of chicken and steak swirling around us, we both realized just how hungry we were.  We walked past several eateries that smelled delicious but it wasn’t quite the scent that seemed to lead us.  As we arrived back at our van the smell seemed stronger and there wasn’t much directly around where we were.  Mr. Trent looked at me and asked if I would mind if we headed over to Reggie’s Rock Club.  We headed over and waited a moment for our eyes to adjust to the darkness of the bar.  We found out they were serving lunch and headed up several flights of stairs to a roof top deck.  Much to my surprise as we walked out onto the rooftop the delicious smells embraced us.  We quickly got a table in the corner so we could watch the trains come and go.  The food did not disappoint.   
We decided to head on out of Chicago before rush hour.  We headed north to find somewhere to stay and begin the next day of our adventure.

We found ourselves last evening enjoying one of Mother Natures’ April  Fools pranks.  Just twelve days after the vernal equinox was a beautiful Sunday that was both Easter and April Fools combined, also a scheduled night shift for me.  When I left the house it was a cool-fifty degrees-A very nice day.  Once I got into the office, put my things on the truck and did some office work, I then went to make my bed, so several hours had passed and one of my coworkers let me know it was snowing.  Ahhhh Mother Nature.  It wasn’t just any snow-this was a spring snow, my favorite kind of snow.  During the night we had a call left the station and everything was covered in a blanket of white …big clumpy snowflakes falling from the sky were sticking to everything.  I thought to myself “we will see how long this lasts, but if it does it sure will be pretty in the morning”  Well it did last and it was beautiful.
I got home, had some coffee and set out to run some errands, I decided to take my camera. That was the best decision of the day.  I stepped out of the car and headed toward the hiking trail.  Everything had big, fluffy cotton ball looking clumps of snow on it.  The sun was fully out and the big clumps were starting to melt creating a slight percussion sound as they fell through the trees landing on various surfaces.  This combined with the spring songs of many birds created quite the symphony.  The only other sounds were the squishy noises my boots were making in the muddy areas and the continuous clicking of my shutter.  I turned to the left toward a creek –choosing this way specifically –there was no bridge down this way so people rarely walk down here.  I stopped- breathing in the smell of the wet earth as it slowly warmed.  I shaded my eyes and looked up, delighted to see two turkey buzzards just chillin up in a tree.  I stood there watching them, as they watched me, and hoped for some action.  Well next thing I know one stretched out it’s giant wing and started cleaning it.  Then looked at me again and took off in majestic flight as if to say “check out these beautiful wings, I am quite the specimen”.  After they got board of me they moved on and so did I.  Back the way I came and headed toward the cat tails. I heard the chatter of some other walkers coming up behind me so I grabbed a few shots of the empty trail.
I wondered around a bit longer, but the snow was quickly melting and I was ready for a bit more caffeine so back off to home I headed.  This more than likely won’t be the last of the delightful spring snows!