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The 1954 Chevy Belaire is a real beauty. I had it at a car show last evening. I took my mother along. The car was originally purchased in 1954 at Plumville, Pennsylvania.

I have come to the realization that it has come a time when I wish to sell the car. I have no children or grandchildren to leave the car at a future date. Please contact me if interested. (hemlock404@windstream.net)

As one can see with the photos this is a gem of a car. It spent most of the years in a garage setting.

Old Friends

Ron Negley on the right.

Many years ago, Ron Negley and I were part of the band scene. This was in the latter part of the seventies! A long time. He played the drums, and played them very professionally, and later he added some keyboards before we drifted in new directions. Ron moved in with other music and I eventually quit the band circuit for a long time as well. In fact, Ron’s new band were to play music at my wedding in 1979. They couldn’t make it, and he sent along another band to fill the void.

Recently we met up again through social media and today, July 21, 2025, we managed to make our scheduling work to get, an actual physical get together again. All these years and we finally greeted each other again.

We talked music almost the entire afternoon with lots of laughs. We talked about the many musicians we encountered in our lives. Those years in bands were a great time allowing to learn much about life. It is hard to believe how I wasn’t old enough to play out at clubs for a number of years until I reached the magic age of twenty-one.

Left to right…Ron Koedel, George Penn, Ron Negley on drums and Larry Smail on five-string banjo.

Sunrise

Laurie and I spent some time on Mackinac Island recently for a getaway. Some interesting points about the island are there are no cars allowed on the island. This law was adapted in 1898. Besides that fact one has to wonder how the cars were originally present. There is no bridge to the island. So, this would mean even in that time any cars would need to be had been taken across by ferry. This was how we ventured to be on the island. Ferry boats schedule routine trips through the waters of Lake Huron. North of this island the Mackinac Bridge covers a long distance over the waters. I was told on windy days the bridge sways approximately fifteen feet.

Mackinac bridge

Mackinac bridge

The island, to travel along the shoreline is around eight miles long. Over eighty percent of the island is state park. This became a park in 1875. This was before the island was handed over to the United States following the War of 1812. The Bristish built Fort Mackinac in 1780 during the timing of the fur trade.

In early history various native people lived on the island. One native legend tells of a giant turtle becoming the island. They called the island the Great Turtle. Mackinac is the Indian name for Great turtle. Europeans began to arrive in the seventeenth century for furs.

Arch Rock, a natural limestone formation.

Today, over five-hundred horses are on the island. These horses pull various carriages and wagons all over the island areas. I watched very early prior to sunrise a freight boat bringing two food trucks into port. Immediately four forklifts unloaded to wagons ready to take the goods to wherever needed. Also, wagons would be viewed on the streets delivering packages. You could see many were from Amazon logo.

We toured the area including some of the park via carriages.

We visited and had lunch at the famous Grand Hotel. This building is very huge. This hotel opened in 1887. Many politicians and famous and wealthy people have been at this hotel. Movies were made on site too. One of the more recent movies was Somewhere in Time starting Christpher Reeves and Jane Seymore. (1980)

Grand Hotel

The streets are hosed down every night to help clean up horse fecal matter. Crews remove the bulk during the day.

From our third-floor balcony.

From our third-floor balcony. Notice the Fort Mackinac above the streets.

I had three meals of Morels this spring.

One of three sheds I found.

Wild Columbine

Fire Pinks

Wild Geranium

The third shed I found.

Dogwood

Mayapple Blossom

I had not painted for almost a year when I suddenly became inspired to do some art. (I placed another painting of three gobblers earlier on this site.) The painting, “the Resting Post-Barn Owl” came to be because I received a notice from the Pennsylvania Game Commission of a contest for a Barn Owl. At first I let it pass for I knew my skills are professional enough with many artists, but through some encouragement from a couple of friends I decided to work on a composition.

Early sketch idea

Since I have never knowingly seen a Barn Owl, I needed to study from photos. For myself I do not use photos only for colors and patterns. I will not copy another’s work and claim the idea was mine. That is a problem for me for seeing live or even mounts of the owl would have helped my planning. During the thought process I decided to allow the wing to hang down to indicate a relaxed and resting owl. With hindsight that decision may not had been the best for Imany may not understand the resting wing.

The above two sketches were refining of the original concept.

The slapping of paint began in earnest soon and the final painting above was completed and sent via email. Unfortunately, I failed to be selected but never expecting to place makes it earlier to accept my place in the art world.

Early stage of paint slapping.

Odd and End Pics

It is a long story. I had bad service with my phone, and I was disgusted. I decided to cancel but the customer service was terrible, and I could not obtain a “real” person to explain the issue and to cancel. I had elected to have my monthly bill removed via card. Anyway, my only recourse was to cancel the card and have another one issued to me. Moving forward with this long story, I needed more purchase on my blog site for I was at 12.9 GB. out of 13 GB. So, until I obtained a new card, I was hesitant to place lots of photos for the site. Other problems came to be for the credit card company personnel overlooked adding the new card until a phone call was made.

Hoping you enjoy a few pics from the last month or so.

Bear was out early March.

Bald Eagle nest

Immature Bald Eagle

Foggy Steep Hillside

Song Sparrow

Overlooking the Allegheny River

I recently completed this acrylic painting of three gobblers I the springtime woodlands. It is 16 by 24 inches in size. This is the first painting I have done since my mother had a stroke last June of 2024. I have a fawn painting I had started just prior to her issue and will be working on it soon along with another painting I have started.

Detail of the above painting.

At various times over the last couple of months I had been seeing this bird around my feeders. I recognized the bird immediately as a warbler. Warblers can be very difficult to identify because of various differences between males and females and seasonal feathering changes.

I finally managed to get a good clear photo, and the warbler is known as the Pine Warbler for they like pines. This is a male.

The interesting part of this bird is the fact they migrate and are not supposed to be in Pennsylvania over winter! I can’t help wondering why this little guy stayed here.

Back At It!

Last year I painted very little. I did some art on turkey tail feathers early and began a painting of a fawn. And then it happened…mom had a stroke. With the exceptions of some ink art while I stayed with her I had not painted.

The small painting above is on a Canada Lily. I did the art for my wife at her request. The art has been framed. I am hoping to become more inspired.

NOTE: The Canada Lily is a native wildflower of our area in Pennsylvania. Unfortunately, it is not very common.

Laurie thinks I am nuts to endure such cold weather. The temperature was somewhere in the lower teens, possibly even single digit, with a breeze later in the morning. I dressed for it for I planned to be around once the temps rose towards the forty-degree mark. I knew the deer would be moving.

I heard a squeaking sounding dog high on the top of the hill followed by the rush of running deer. I would later see another dog chasing deer.

I would see two racked deer during the morning hours. I still-hunted the one trying to see how large the “horns “ were. Later I would watch a bigger buck with five does. I stalked this deer to no avail. He always seemed to be just out ahead far enough among the brush to not identify the point number.

As I watched these deer in the shadows of the neighboring hill, I spotted three more deer moving slowly feeding but in my general direction. The deer crossed a gulley that is spring fed. I stood still watching them and allowing them to get closer. The lead deer turned and walked below me. The cross hairs were in place and the twenty-six-yard shot was true.

However, in an adrenalin rush the deer exploded and turned towards the gulley where she crashed. The doe was a big one as the drag would prove to me. The shot was around eleven fifteen. I saw over twenty deer this morning.

Another problem besides the half mile drag was trying to load the big deer into the jeep. I just could not do it. Eventually I called my cousin Bob Smail, and he arrived and the two of us managed to load the deer. Normally I would have butchered the deer myself, but I was tired and decided to drop it off at a deer processing place.

I imagine I might be sore come morning!

In my later years way of thinking I passed on four shots on does but when the hunting mode hit me the instincts took over and a shot was made. I am getting soft hearted with age and the concerns of dragging deer any distance are always present.