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This page is just assorted landscapes from across |
These shots are from the town we trained in. This is a small (17,000) farming
community. Every square inch of land
on every house is cultivated. Grass is
a weed (I’m in heaven) and the only use for the soil is to grow plants. Above left you see someone pedaling to work in the snow. And
above right the farm wagon is still in daily use throughout the town. It was not uncommon to see these wagons
pulling through down town on a regular day. |
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I climbed the hill across the lake from our classroom and host
family and took these shots of the lake.
This was shot early in April and I want you to notice that there is
still ice on the lake. Behind our
house where the lake was narrower they were still fishing on the ice. |
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This is the lake from our side, near the bus station we went by
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This was shot on one of our walks around the lake. The house in the center, next to the white building
is the house we lived in. As you can
see it is right on the lake, which is still frozen. Each clump of grass you see marks a
fisherman’s fishing hole. By marking
it this way they can find it the next day when they come back. |
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Every town in |
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These photos are all from my trip to |
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This is a very old church in |
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The trip across Below you can see a sunset taken from the window of the
train. We are on the narrow split of
land separating |
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This shot was included because my friend Jim was complaining
about mowing the lawn. What you see
here is the maintaince man at the local high school mowing the grass. He is using a scythe to cut the grass. Every few swaths he stops to strop the
blade so he can go on. The lighter
area took him about 30 minutes to cut. |
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The next section was included because it was what the money paid
to our host family went for so we have a zabor built in our honor. Nikoli was so proud of this fence because
it was as good or better then the house up the street owned by the president
of the local bottling factory. The
bricks were delivered by truck and just dumped. We spent a couple of hours stacking the
bricks for future use. The Rock, sand
and gravel was dumped on the street in front of the house. The amount of rock would build a fence
three times as large without the brick support. On Easter, Nikoli, his son-in-law, and I
moved the remaining rock to the back yard and it created quite a pile. |
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