#Highland Springs

[libraryofva]

Recent Acquisitions - Ephemera Collection

Hot Tamale Land, A Topical, Tropical, Musical Comedy. Dark-eyed Senoritas! Intrepid Torreadors! American Millionaires! Love Songs! Rollicking Choruses! Bull Fight !! To be presented by the Highland Springs High School at Sandston School, Friday, April 24th, 8:15 P.M. Willie Frances Edwards Scrapbook

[scotland]

It may have just begun, but soon, spring in Scotland will be in full bloom 🌺

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[jagalart]

Lemko

A very special picture for the great @ YachtRockDragon matching with one I've done a while ago. This time featuring a nb take on a traditional Lemko clothing and Spring in Ukrainian/Polish/Slovakian mountainside. I grew up surrounded by their culture and language so it was really cool to make this ❤️

[cpahlow]

[photocyclelog]

Weather not so good looking…

Photo: 22nd March 2025

[adventuresofalgy]

Algy would like to draw your kind attention to the fact that his assistant, for better or for worse, has today created a new sideblog @photocyclelog… 🚲

Having decided to resume cycling after a gap of a great many more years than she is willing to admit – both for the sake of her health and in order to get out and about without a car – she realised that by taking a pocket camera with her, and posting photos here on tumblr, she would provide herself with an additional incentive to get on her new bike, as the weather in the wild west Highlands of Scotland does not always encourage local residents to rush outside and take exercise… 😀

@photcyclelog will feature only her original photos, mainly taken with a pocket camera, and with minimal text. As it's a sideblog, any comments or replies will therefore come from @adventuresofalgy, which may be confusing…

Algy is of course hoping to accompany his assistant on some of her outings, but his own adventures will always continue to appear here on his own blog.

Algy thanks you very much for your kind indulgence 🚲

[pangeen]

“ Glorious Morning Mood “ // Arnar Kristjansson

[lotusinjadewell]

Hà Giang & Cao Bằng, Vietnam. Credit to annhien___ (Instagram).

[volosdarling]

I WAS SENT A BLANK FOR THIS AND DECIDED TO GO ON A PINTEREST ADVENTURE :3 EXPLANATION IN TAGS!

TEMPLATE CREDIT: @fictoroses

[vandaliatraveler]

A magnet for adventure tourists and nature lovers, Ohiopyle State Park sprawls across twenty thousand square acres of steeply-sloped wild lands on the flanks of the Youghiogheny River Gorge in Pennsylvania’s Laurel Highlands. The Great Allegheny Passage bike trail runs through the heart of the park, which also anchors a thriving whitewater rafting industry. I fortunately live within a short drive of the park, so a day hike is always in the cards. Especially on a beautiful Memorial Day holiday.

From top: black raspberry (Rubus occidentalis), an aggressive colonizer with delicious fruit coveted by humans and animals alike; longstyle sweetroot (Osmorhiza longistylis), also known as anise root, because its roots have a licorice-like flavor; Indian cucumber (Medeola virginiana), easily identified by its two tiers of whorled leaves and odd, pendulous flowers; and speckled wood lily (Clintonia umbellulata), also known as white Clintonia or black-bead lily, a close relative of yellow Clintonia (Clintonia borealis), which tends to occur at higher elevations in Central Appalachia.

[novelties-and-notions]

Spring had finally arrived in the tiny Scottish hamlet of Sunnyville (more properly known as Achmothogair), and although the air still felt cold, the garden at Sunnyside was flooded with March sunlight.

Throwing open their windows with an unusual lack of Scottish reserve, the residents hurried outside to admire the sudden explosion of glowing colours, for all their spring bulbs were flowering at once, including their prize bed of tulips, which had come into bloom exceptionally early this year.

[shutterandsentence]

Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me.

Photo: Cairngorms National Park, Scotland, UK

[equinesandeducation]

The Scottish highland cows making an appearance at the end of our solo ride 🍀

[heelanhomestead]

Winter feels like a distant memory, as our garden springs back into life. Our trees are full of blossoms and the bees are hard at work collecting nectar and pollen. Our chickens are enjoying this glorious weather and are laying so many eggs, I can hardly keep up. It’s just a beautiful sunny day in the garden … 🥰🌱☀️

[photocyclelog]

First post on new sideblog…

Photo: 18th March 2025 – beautiful day, chilly air, strong light but haze in distance.

[adventuresofalgy]

Algy had never seen a bicycle before, so he was naturally intrigued when his assistant obtained one and started cycling around the local landscape.

A fluffy bird, of course, does not need a machine to get from one place to another, so when his assistant next set out on her bike, Algy flew along above her, to keep an eye, and to try to observe how the strange contraption worked.

Algy had had no intention of being involved with any kind of machine, but when his assistant paused at a passing place on the road, in order to take some photos, he found that in fact he was consumed with a longing to try it for himself, and so he asked whether he could please try riding the bicycle, believing, like Mulga Bill, that he would "ride this here two-wheeled concern right straight away at sight". Posing proudly for the obligatory "first time on a bicycle" photograph, Algy then commenced to set off along the road…

But, just like Mulga Bill, he found that when:

He turned the cycle down the hill and mounted for the fray, But ere he'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away. It left the track, and through the trees, just like a silver streak, It whistled down the awful slope towards the Dead Man's Creek.

However, Mulga Bill was of course not a fluffy bird, and there Algy had the advantage, because when the bike ran away with him he simply leaped into the air and flew back to his assistant to apologise.

Retrieving the bike from the bushes, she recited the whole poem for Algy's benefit, and advised him to stick to flying in the future 😀

'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze; He turned away the good old horse that served him many days; He dressed himself in cycling clothes, resplendent to be seen; He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine; And as he wheeled it through the door, with air of lordly pride, The grinning shop assistant said, "Excuse me, can you ride?" "See here, young man," said Mulga Bill, "from Walgett to the sea, From Conroy's Gap to Castlereagh, there's none can ride like me. I'm good all round at everything, as everybody knows, Although I'm not the one to talk - I hate a man that blows. But riding is my special gift, my chiefest, sole delight; Just ask a wild duck can it swim, a wildcat can it fight. There's nothing clothed in hair or hide, or built of flesh or steel, There's nothing walks or jumps, or runs, on axle, hoof, or wheel, But what I'll sit, while hide will hold and girths and straps are tight: I'll ride this here two-wheeled concern right straight away at sight." 'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that sought his own abode, That perched above the Dead Man's Creek, beside the mountain road. He turned the cycle down the hill and mounted for the fray, But ere he'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away. It left the track, and through the trees, just like a silver streak, It whistled down the awful slope towards the Dead Man's Creek. It shaved a stump by half an inch, it dodged a big white-box: The very wallaroos in fright went scrambling up the rocks, The wombats hiding in their caves dug deeper underground, As Mulga Bill, as white as chalk, sat tight to every bound. It struck a stone and gave a spring that cleared a fallen tree, It raced beside a precipice as close as close could be; And then as Mulga Bill let out one last despairing shriek It made a leap of twenty feet into the Dead Man's Creek. 'Twas Mulga Bill from Eaglehawk, that slowly swam ashore: He said, "I've had some narrer shaves and lively rides before; I've rode a wild bull round a yard to win a five-pound bet, But this was the most awful ride that I've encountered yet. I'll give that two-wheeled outlaw best; It's shaken all my nerve To feel it whistle through the air and plunge and buck and swerve. It's safe at rest in Dead Man's Creek, we'll leave it lying still; A horse's back is good enough henceforth for Mulga Bill."

[Algy's assistant is reciting the poem Mulga Bill's Bicycle by the late 19th/early 20th century Australian bush poet Andrew Barton "Banjo" Paterson.]

If you would like to see more photos (without Algy) from Algy's assistant's cycling adventures, please visit her sideblog @photocyclelog