Above is a bunch of people posing in front of a Hop House, I can’t easily find a definition of Hop House, but found all sorts of other terms like Hoop House and Hip House, which is connected to Hip Hop music. I’m guessing it’s where hop is processed to make beer.
I found some photos of people who worked with hops.
At the time of writing, OSU’s Special Collections site is undergoing maintenance, hence I can’t get dates as they didn’t include them on Flickr Commons.
To see more Sepia Saturday posts inspired by the Hop House, click here.
As an avid traveler, I get a vicarious thrill from this First Class flight
The Which Way Challenge, that Cee began, has been picked up by the Sonofthebeach69 and picked up again by the Alive and Trekking blogger. The beauty of it is that it’s free form. You can include images of doors, gates, roads, streets, exits, signs, paths, waterways, you name it.
See more Which Way photos by clicking here.
By james Russell Lowell
The snow had begun in the gloaming,
And busily all the night
Had been heaping field and highway
With a silence deep and white.
Every pine and fir and hemlock
Wore ermine too dear for an earl,
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree
Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
From sheds new-roofed with Carrara
Came Chanticleer’s muffled crow,
The stiff rails were softened to swan’s-down,
And still fluttered down the snow.
I stood and watched by the window
The noiseless work of the sky,
And the sudden flurries of snow-birds,
Like brown leaves whirling by.
I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn
Where a little headstone stood;
How the flakes were folding it gently,
As did robins the babes in the wood.
Up spoke our own little Mabel,
Saying, “Father, who makes it snow?”
And I told of the good All-father
Who cares for us here below.
Again I looked at the snow-fall,
And thought of the leaden sky
That arched o’er our first great sorrow,
When that mound was heaped so high.
I remembered the gradual patience
That fell from that cloud-like snow,
Flake by flake, healing and hiding
The scar of our deep-plunged woe.
And again to the child I whispered,
“The snow that husheth all,
Darling, the merciful Father
Alone can make it fall!”
Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her;
And she, kissing back, could not know
That my kiss was given to her sister,
Folded close under deepening snow.
Each week Cee challenges bloggers to share black and white photos based on a theme. This week we’re challenged to share photos of subjects that begin with either K or L. What will you share?
For more black and white photos from this week’s theme click here.
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