Ohio history
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Beyond the Cannon’s Breath
In golden light of evening blaze, the old sentry meets our gaze. From cannon’s breath and bitter fray, to Pataskala’s peaceful quiet way. He catches fire in the evening sun, a soldier’s watch that’s never done. Carved in stone for… Continue reading
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Ohio’s Edge at Dusk
At dusk the path hugs Ohio’s side, where golden lamps and shadows glide. She drifts along, both dark and deep, with secrets that the currents keep. Through quiet bends and silvered glow, she carries ghosts of long ago; the steamboats… Continue reading
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Carries River’s Past
She waits where the river chooses to slow, stone-set grace in patient flow. Her walls remember gears and hand, the careful rise, the soft command. Though voices fade and years move on, she holds the past and carries on… Built… Continue reading
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Boarded Memories
She blushes in the dying light, her boarded windows glowing soft despite. Along her walls where shadows roam, the sunset writes its name before drifting home… I’ve photographed the old Robinette Schoolhouse before, but I couldn’t resist capturing it again… Continue reading
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Beyond the Blue
Piercing the boundless sky, she reaches upward in humble prayer… I found this little gem by accident while searching out a field of flowers. I love how she looks in the evening light! Continue reading
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Echos Among the Trees
She lingers among the trees, a whispering ghost of lost memories… Continue reading
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The Quiet Heart of the Sky
She was born from the bloodline of a legend—the Boeing KC-97L Stratofreighter was forged from the same spirit that gave life to the mighty B-29 Superfortress. A child of necessity and innovation, she rose to serve during the Cold War,… Continue reading
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The Old Wall
Weathered and worn, she cradles forgotten stories and time’s gentle scars. Leaves gather as her only suitors, while the world hurries past—enduring with a grace only age can bestow… Continue reading
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A Sunset’s Last Spell
The sun’s final rays—like traces of a fading spell—trail across her weathered surface, stirring a golden glow that seems to awaken secrets long buried within her soul… Continue reading
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Frozen in Time
Beneath a sky painted in soft, wintry gray, the old barn rests like a forgotten poem—its verses etched into weathered wood and a roof dusted with snow… Continue reading
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Serene Winter’s Day
Snow drapes over the old brick building like a soft, silken shawl, muting the world in a hush of winter’s embrace… I wish I knew the history of this old building, but I couldn’t find a single thing. Continue reading
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Love’s Sanctuary
Whispering stories of faith from centuries past, her weathered walls stand as a timeless sentinel of love, devotion, and worship… The Jersey Reformed Presbyterian Church was first established as a congregation on July 28, 1820, under the leadership of Reverends… Continue reading
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