Author Archives: Ron Haines

I don’t remember how I ended up with a patch of aloe in my front yard.  Maybe my father?  He used to enjoy planting random stuff in my Florida yard when he’d visit.  And he also enjoyed pulling up random … Continue reading →

It’s been a while since I’ve bored you with a photo of an old gas station but on my jaunts between Florida and Connecticut this fall I discovered one worth pointing out. It’s on a corner in Wilmington NC.  The … Continue reading →

Warning:  Objects in your windshield may appear closer than they are.  Windmill in the hills of southern Pennsylvania. To offer some perspective, the hub of this machine is as big as a bus.

This one evokes some nice feelings.  A pleasant country road running atop a ridge named Apple Pie because there used to live along there in a small cottage a kindly old woman who made great apple pies. There’s an Apple … Continue reading →

One of my favorite places to paddle in the Northeast is on the Swift River below the Quabbin Reservoir in Belchertown in central Massachusetts.    I like it as much for the human-made river art along it as I do … Continue reading →

I saw this sign the other day on one of those nice lanes lined with multi-million-dollar homes on the bluffs overlooking the Hudson River in rural Newburgh, New York. Unnoticed when I shot the photo, the word “ruffed” caught my … Continue reading →

This is about the finest example of a recycled gas station I have seen in all my years of searching them out in my travels. It’s on a nice corner on Main Street in Abingdon, VA.  I stayed there two … Continue reading →

About every ten years I buy myself a new car, whether I need it or not.  And truthfully I don’t ABSOLUTELY need it. The old one usually has only 250,000 miles or so on it and runs just fine. But … Continue reading →