In October Thunderhills Country Club drops their guest restrictions and in town people can play as a guest through the month. So my friend Mike Stoll invited me to play at 8:58 am with the temperature at a coolish 41 degrees and a slight wind.
Mike has been a great friend over the years and he and I are about the same skill level (which is basically no skill at all.) His only real problem is that he attacks the ball from the wrong side. I had played a month earlier and was not too unhappy with the way I was striking the ball. That was last month.
Today was a completely different story. I lost 5 balls in two holes. It didn’t get much better as the day wore on. I made my first par on the 9th hole by draining a 45 foot putt. Well okay it was at least 35 feet and downhill.
Here is Bob Rudzianski affectionately known as The Kink (that’s another story for another time.) He was the medalist for the round but out of respect for him I will not post his score. Today reminds me how I feel about golf. I love being with my friends but I could have enjoyed them just as much at the truck stop having breakfast if you know what I mean. 🙂
The things I saw today were in black and white. I don’t know why but that is just what caught my eye. I was on my way back from Monticello and I could just see the church bell on this small church from the highway. [Okay I found out that this is not a church at all. A friend at work informed me that this was once a school in Emeline, Iowa. She and her husband are on a committee dedicated to preserving this building. They are called “The Friends Of Emeline.” She said that its current use is as a community center for some clubs, 4-H and a group of coon hunters. They wanted to preserve the building but cannot restore it to the original look because of grant issues and qualifications. She said that her husband went to school there until it closed in 1965.]
When I went down the county road to get a closer look it wasn’t much of a church from a purely architectural stand point but the bell on top and the rural setting made it look interesting. I thought a black and white treatment might make a good image.
Down the road a bit was this old dilapidated farm all grown over in brush and weeds. The barn was falling down and overgrown with weeds and even this windmill had vines and brush growing all over it. I shot several images of the barn but couldn’t get an interesting perspective because of the overgrowth so I settled for this image of the windmill.
Overall not a pleasing day for a photo shoot. I didn’t have anytime to take photos and I really rushed these two photos because of the time constraints. However I guess even a bad shot is better than not taking any photos.