A folk statue of George Washington stands atop the cupola of Washington Hall, while an arborist trims the branches of a nearby tree.
Not sure this works, but it's what I've got. Those arborists were everywhere this afternoon.
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Wow, that's a cool shot with the arborist. I wouldn't have even noticed him till you mentioned him!
My uncle used to do that years ago, before I was born. He came upon a nest of 2 baby squirrels and took them home. My grandpa built a big cage outside for them and raised them and named them Chip and Dale. Dale died sometime before I can remember but I do remember Chip. He would only let my grandpa touch him and he loved white jelly beans. He lived a very long life!
Looking at the arborist we can realize the true dimension of everything on the photo. Great shot and framing too!
This made for an interesting view neither of which would have been half as interesting alone.
Here where I live in Southwestern Ohio, north of Dayton, the home of aviation, the Wright Brothers and Paul Lawrence Dunbar, the poet; it is snowing and has all day. It is 27 degrees F ( -2.7 C)and roads are a mess.
I wanted to thank you for your visits and for keeping track of me while I have been both in and out of the hospital.
Amazing shot MK. The tree trimmer brings a sense of scale to the building as well as GW. Nicely done.
Arborists are my heroes. Give them a couple of hours and they'll take down any tree for you, chop it up into bits and pieces and put them neatly into piles exactly where you'd want them. Good shot.
Gee, thanks, everyone -- you sure make a body feel good! Today I'm learning that it can be helpful (and interesting) to include a reference for a sense of scale. Now, if only I can keep that in mind when I'm taking photos...
Per - I agree about arborists. When I got these pictures home I was amazed at how far out on a limb they were.
Tanya - a white-jellybean-eating squirrel can come in handy. My grandfather had a jellybean tin, which he would replenish when empty. Sometimes a handful of white jellybeans would languish there for a while. (My dad would polish off the black ones.)
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