The weekly post that provides a home to extra photographs from the previous week. Also, it is a nice way to get a day’s worth of content with minimal effort. There’s football on and the weather’s nice and I rode my bike and I got ice cream and you can deal with simple filler. On with it, then:
Rage! Rage against the dormancy of photosynthesis! A famous tree along the first base side of my grandmother’s front yard:
It always seems like you are near the top of the world up here. Not even close. But it seems like it:
We’re just standing outside, look up and see this guy’s wings caught in the early evening sun:
The powerful, defiant flare near the end, the holdout green near the stem, the promise of next spring’s buds already on display. There’s a lot to love about flowering dogwoods:
I got photo-bombed:
The red-orange-green is what I was after. Didn’t quite get it. Still pretty:
David Bradley was a 19th century brick maker. He was also a farm machiner maker. He bought a plow company from an in-law in 1854, building a company that took up a whole block in Chicago. Three decades later he bought out his partner. Before the turn of the century he moved shop to what was then called North Kankakee, Ill. About 15,000 live there now, but the Panic of 1893 almost wiped the place out. Bradley’s operation was courted and they ultimately renamed the village after him.
What came next was common. The Bradley family sold out to Sears, Roebuck in 1910. It ran under Sears until 1962, when it was sold to the Newark Ohio company. Most of the factory in Bradley was destroyed by fire in 1986. This site tells me this cover of my grandfather’s old walk-behind tractor is at least 50 years old:
Sunset over the western pasture:
My grandmother’s dog, BB:
