Ruminator

Photo by: Tim Bindner Paris Cemetery (N38°08.160 W86°15.748) was my destination today. I also had company on my journey. Mark parked his Jeep at the open gate and we headed up the road. The gate was open and soon we were passed by a logging truck as we made our way past Cold Friday Cemetery and Greenbrier Cemetery. Our destination was Paris Cemetery. Distance from Greenbrier is roughly 1.25 miles, but getting there was difficult. We took the Voyles Pass Horse Trail, which began with a downhill descent. Part way down the hill I stumbled on some deer antlers, which I picked up, hung on my backpack and moved along. With recent snow and rains, the trail was muddy, which made the journey even more challenging. Following the orange and blue blazes of the horse trail, we eventually reached the intersection of Greenbrier Horse Trail, which was marked by a single orange blaze. A short crossing of a dry creek bed, then up a soggy hill, and soon we were at the intersection of the Adventure Trail....

Photo by: Tim Bindner This morning I began work on my second book. This one will take much longer and involve more hiking and research, but I am up for the challenge. The goal of the project is simple. There are 14 cemeteries within the property limits of Harrison-Crawford State Forest, O’Bannon Woods State Park, or within proximity of these two areas. I plan to hike to each location, take a few photographs, and then using the Frederick Porter Griffin Center (a local genealogy center), knowledge from a local Cemetery restoration team, and tidbits from the staff at the Forest and Park to gather information to add to my book. I headed down Cold Friday Road at 7:55am. The temperature gauge on my car read 27 degrees, but the sun was peeking over the horizon and I could feel the warmth through my window. I arrived at the gate, unloaded my backpack, grabbed my camera, hiking stick, took one last look at the map and off I went. The gate was shut and locked, so I slid around it and headed up t...

Photo found on Google Who is Timothy Bindner? Interesting question. Maybe Google can help answer that? I was surprised by what I found. I listen when I can to podcasts while working. Some are photography, others involve true crime or even mystery. One such podcast I listened to this week moved me more than anything else I ever have heard in the past. I scrolled through the Disturbed: True Horror Stories’ podcast, looking for catchy episode titles that caught my interest. Moving down the list, nothing really jumped out at me until like a ton of bricks on July 16, 2020 there was an episode titled ‘ Who is Timothy Bindner ?’ I immediately downloaded the episode and began listening. The 25 minute episode had me on edge. My name kept being said over and over. I learned I worked at a sewage plant, sent $50 to a list of different girls on their 14 th birthday, and was a suspect in child abductions. I drove a blue van with pictures of young girls plastered inside, and that I helped police wi...

Photo by: Tim Bindner Today I began my trek in the woods with an intention in mind. I fulfilled that purpose but also learned some things along the way. I needed to shoot one more structure for my book to be complete, so I started out on a 27 degree day in search of this elusive structure. As I descended Cold Friday Road, I had not seen a car in miles. I made my way down the narrow road, passing the horse camp-ground, across the tiny bridge and onto the gravel. I pulled up to the left of the gate marking the Disabled Hunters Trail, got out of my car, grabbed my gear, made my way around the locked gate and headed up the gravel road. As the crow flies, my destination was close, but the trail would take my 2.84 miles one way to get to my destination. I walked uphill on the gravel road. It was eerily silent, other than the crunching of my boots on the ice and frozen rocks below me. The wind was blowing and snow was falling from the trees. The silence was soon broken and my mind imagined wh...

Photo by the owner Sometimes it is the smallest things in life that bring the most joy. Today one of those things occurred that reminded me of that joy doesn’t have to come from money, trips, items, adventures, but a simple gesture. Every day during the week, if it is not raining, I take a few walks around the cull-da-sac by my house. A two loop trek nets me about 1800+ steps and .9 miles.  I am trying to get 10,000 steps a day, and being outdoors is much better than trying to achieve my goal on a treadmill. In early spring and late summer, a few kids at the turn of the cull-da-sac catch the school bus.  During those times it is light out and I begin my walks as the sun comes up.  I go later in the winter because of safety reasons (being dark).  About 7 months ago, I began taking a dog treat with me to give to a beautiful white Labrador named Bailey.  She would see me coming while her master was waiting for the bus and she would start shaking, her tail getting faster as I approached an...