Growing from “Grass Roots”

Designed by Katrina Periman

I like to surround myself with talented and artistic people. Back in 1993 a diesel mechanic worked on my semi tractor. I was very impressed and I was fortunate to become friends with him. Since that time, he, and his family have made so many achievements. If I had to describe the man with one sentence. He has a great talent to re invent himself. Over the years he’s been a mechanic, truck driver, vinyl  graphics specialist welder, and welder/ fabricator.

Kevin and Katrina

Kevin and Katrina Periman are true entrepreneurs, The couple have created, or have involvement with, several small businesses.  Their son Travis has followed in his dad’s foot steps and is very talented in the mechanical field. Daughter Kylie is good with animals. I feature the young lady in the article Horsing Around found here on the blog.

Kylie, the horse whisperer

Kevin was born with a equally talented twin. Kerry was also a welder / fabricator. Everything Kevin can do, Kerry was good at too. I remember, years ago, when the three of us were together. The twins father Basil remarked “you three can be dangerous when you’re together” I could probably write a non fiction novel accounting many adventures shared. Sadly we lost Kerry when he passed away in Feb, 2020.

Kevin and Katrina grew up in a country setting. They have worked side by side developing a dynamic working team even before their marriage in 1989. They seem to have more children than the two born to them. I can’t think of a time, here of late, that they aren’t surrounded  by passels of young people.

Travis, left and Kevin, right on two of their work horses.

The Periman family all have the passion for antique tractors. The family owns a collection of tractors. I would deem theirs as sandbox and not shelf models. They work / play with the equipment. Kevin and Travis both compete with individual pulling tractors,

Photo by Katrina Periman
Photo by Katrina Periman

I’m pretty sure Kevin had been making plans for the newest challenge he has taken on before he shared with me. I had been sworn to secrecy for several months on the exciting new concept. Well the secret is about to be revealed!

Photo by Kevin Periman

Originally there had been plans to build, from scratch, an antique tractor pulling sled. There are many antique tractor pulling enthusiasts in our local region and Kevin wanted more chances to “hook” The plan accelerated when an opportunity arose to purchase a sled already built. Kevin now has all the equipment with a sled, scales and any other items needed. The Perimans have been preparing and modifying in preparation of the 2021 pulling season.

Almost ready

Ed and Dan Nagel, local neighbors, donated some property for use as a permanent pulling site. The location is conveniently west of New Berlin, IL. There are still plans to be able to take the “show on the road” though.

Photography editing by Katrina Periman

The sled equipment and staff will work as a company named Heaven Sent Motorsports. This name was chosen in tribute to Kerry, their late sister Kim, and Katrina’s dad. Kevin & Katrina have also chartered a group Grass Roots Tractor Club as the support membership. There will be membership dues created and officers elected. Social media promotion can be found on Facebook.

There’s more roots growing with the new club, other than tractor pulling. The true goal is promoting agriculture and getting young people involved. Scholarships will be funded dedicated to agricultural education. There will also be hardship funds to help those in tough agricultural times

Tractor pulling isn’t the only activity the club plans to use for visibility. There will be toy drives, tractor rides, shows, and involvement in parades. Public awareness, and the attraction of interest, to their goals, is a major asset of the club’s growth

This is a more organized effort to everything the Antique Iron Mafia has tried to do for the past several years. I greatly encourage our group following to get involved with the Grass Roots Club. There are no plans to change the Mafia structure, the group will continue on with it’s fun unorganized chaos. Antique  Iron Media is looking forward to working in cooperation with this new club and company. The media will be working to help promote and report the ongoing happenings

Painting; There’s more to it than watching it dry

The Abridged History of Spray Guns

Special thanks to Doug Edwards for his professional consultant.

Using air pressure to apply paint is a relatively new technique in some ways. Paint was applied, by hand, with a brush until around the late 1800s.

Joseph Binks was the maintenance supervisor for Marshall Fields in 1887. All the sub basements of the Chicago based store were in need of paint. Joseph invented a faster way completing the work in record time. The tool created was something we are familiar with and still use today, a garden sprayer!

In 1893 the new spray system was expanded during the Columbian Expedition held in Chicago. The buildings were still in need of paint and time was running short. The paint applicator came to the rescue and the world’s fair scale show was painted white. Hence the name for the exhibits being “White City”

In 1888 a Doctor, in Toledo OH, was dealing with how to treat a sore throat. Dr Allan DeVillbiss was seeking a way to medicate the inflicted area directly. Swallowing the medicine didn’t allow it to keep contact long enough. The doctor designed a spray device that would be the predecessor of what we know of as a suction spray gun.

What’s interesting to note is Dr DeVillbiss used cocaine in his medicine. I learned in my research this won’t be the only item that questions legality in our modern thinking.

The doctor’s son Thomas expanded on the invention in 1907 creating the first handheld spray gun which features spraying atomized material in a controlled pattern. This tool, seeing improvement through the years, was the standard for some time until it became environmentally illegal.

Siphon style spray gun. This tool was professionally phased out due to the higher air pressure needed during application.

Gravity fed canisters “HVLP” became the norm around 2000. The higher volume low pressure is much more environmentally friendly

Gravity feed style ~ this is the current style used

Assembly lines could manufacture quickly, but the painting was very time consuming. Every thing was painted by brush until 1924. Color changing, for the air tool, didn’t become easier until the 1930s. Its understandable that Henry Ford made every color for his model T available….as long as it was black.

The consumer didn’t have the convenience running to the hardware store for spray paint until the early 50s. Edward Seymour developed the first aerosol paint can, in 1949 at his wife Bonnie’s suggestion. The Sycamore, IL. inventor was awarded the patent in 1951.

Powder coating, a method using electricity, came about in in the 60s. This style, of painting really didn’t catch on until the 80s.

The spray applicator
The tools needed for powder coating. The canister holds the dry plastic coating

During what is deemed hot coat painting. The item is preheated to a temperature of 400°. Heating the painted surface is the only basic difference between “hot” and “cold” coating

The containment booth. The rod is not only a convenient hanging point. It is also grounded

A dry powder pigment is then magnetically applied on the item in a contained booth. The hanging rod in the booth is also grounded helping the paint to cling. Once the paint powder is applied, the item returns to the oven to be “baked” at 500°

The oven is a principle part of powder coating

As my subtitle heading suggests, this is only an abridged history. There is much more technical data that I have quickly glossed over. My next feature on this topic will discuss how paint came about and the history.

The final feature will be a video interview with Doug Edwards. We will discuss his insights on the subject. For those that don’t know, Doug is a professional painter, specializing in antique tractors.

Update 2021 and An Explanation

I’ve shared updates to the progress of my attempt at journalism. If you have been following me, or even browse my articles, you can see the accomplishments and set backs I’ve discovered. I’ve discussed my biggest issue is lack of writing discipline. Unfortunately, I still seek that major influence.

Writing isn’t my day job. I can’t honestly admit I’m in pursuit of this as my primary career…..yet. If anything, “wordsmithing” is a talent I feel blessed to receive, even though I still don’t use it to my greatest abilities. I write what I know and understand. My work is also heartfelt. Some ramblings I share aren’t necessarily well researched, just expressed with feelings of passion. My latest article, here, was a release of memories from the passing of my very first employer. Another article that I had published last year didn’t even fit the format of this blog. Depression and the tragic result of suicide isn’t exactly a topic concerning antique tractors. However, I was compelled to share to the audience that follows this blog.

I have to admit trepidation to sharing my influence on media during these times. Could my sharing stories of country life offend someone? Dr. Suess and Mattel toys cause upset in our “new” climate of thought. What’s next? I’d like to think I’m being overly cautious but….

I don’t lack material topics. If anything my shortage is time to prepare the material for enjoyment. Did I mention the necessity of other employment? I still have interest in expanding to video journalism, but I’m still attempting to understand the more complex editing. I tend to be a perfectionist and refuse to put out work not up to expectations of quality.

I’ve been focusing on my professional driving career this winter. My employer purchased five new semi tractors and I was privileged to be assigned one of them. I’ve taken advantage of more hours of earning potential created by driving a newer truck. Working harder isn’t to uncomfortable in a brand new driver friendly truck!

Anyway, let’s hope 2021 is better than 2020. I want to thank all of you that follow my blog and the membership involved in the Antique Iron Mafia on Facebook. Please continue to enjoy the media entertainment.

I’ll Always be Thankful for knowing Keith Brown

Antique Iron enthusiasts always have the fond memories of riding on a tractor with a parent. I was fortunate to have more people when I was younger. The farm ground in my neighborhood was tended by a father son dual operation. As a kid, I spent many hours riding along with the son as he preformed tillage.

Keith Brown was only ten years my senior. We had many conversations and developed a bond that lasted many years as I grew into adulthood. I’m not ashamed to admit I learned much, not only about farming, but life in general. Keith took on a role of my big brother.

Keith and family were instrumental in helping me reach my Christian faith. I have always tried to follow the example of ethics the Browns displayed. Our Lord uses any available vessel to do his work. No matter being broken. None of us our perfect.

I realize now the time spent in the tractor cab was my job interview and training. Keith also became my first employer. I started working for the farm as a young teen. My responsibility grew from walking beans, bucking bales and mowing yards to operating the farm tractors. It didn’t take long to understand I wanted to be in front of the baler on the tractor. The tractor seat was where all the action was.

Keith must have seen potential in me. I was expected to work independently and later supervised work in his absence. Keith had his head in the clouds and was also a commercial pilot. Our working relationship was a success. Keith had cultivated a work ethic and skill set in me so that I could be trusted to carry on, in his absence, as if he was there supervising. I look back and like to think we made up a good team back then.

Keith created more opportunities and skill sets during our years working together. He held the office of township road commissioner. I was employed by the township as well. I received experience operating a road grader. My professional driving kicked off at this point. This would be my first opportunity to drive tandem axle dump trucks.

My first taste of driving the big trucks was a C-60 Chevy with a “two stick” transmission. Most people don’t even understand that terminology let alone how to shift through the gears. My dad helped truck one day while I was away. Keith had assigned that old Chevy to him. Dad asked Keith perplexed “How do you shift that thing?” Keith shrugged with a sheepish look. “Honestly I have no clue! You’d have to ask your kid, he’s got it figured out” I can thank Keith for my love of the road.

There are other ways Keith lent a helping hand in seeing me along the road of life. Some were so suttle I little realized he did. When I moved down state, we drifted apart. It’s sad how time has a way of stealing important moments like that. We rush, in a hurry, never stopping to remember. Our paths don’t always merge back and we lose touch

I was sadly informed my mentor and friend passed on. I have deep regret for the lost time we could have shared in this life. His time here was short, but I take comfort Keith has moved on to a better place. It makes me smile to think he is still flying. He just has new wings!

My deepest condolences reach out to family and friends that Keith Brown touched. Our hearts may feel pain, but let’s hold fondly to the good memories.

A Totem pole in Abingdon?

I grew up in Knox county Illinois and I’m naturally familiar with the little towns there. Sadly the things I find familiar and don’t give much attention have a fascinating history. It took my friend Scott Rakes question to hammer that aspect in my mindset.

Scott asked me about the totem pole in Abingdon. I had to embarrass myself with the simple answer “I don’t know” I had always taken it being there for granted. I’m a history buff and enjoy discovering other notable events and prominent people, but the totem pole slipped through my research…..until now.

Photography by Scott Rakes

The totem pole is 83 feet tall and actually has a name, Big Daddy. Steve Greenquist carved the pole in 1969. He was a art student at Illinois State University at the time. The project was sponsored by the Abingdon Development Council.

The pole is a tribute to our native Americans, Abraham Lincoln, and our Illinois heritage. Each part symbolizes these significance.

The totem pole held the record for being the world tallest for a short time. It still holds the honor of being the tallest east of the Mississippi.

Big Daddy recieved repair and repainting in 2018. The work began on July 25 and was standing again by August 30th. Dakota Ray worked diligently on repainting. The wings were remade by Bill Delancy and Roger Roberts, two city Aldermen. Mayor Myron Hovid, a member of our Antique Iron Mafia also had a hand in the work.

To think, the other choice for the funds could have been used for a public swimming pool. This is an example of historical remembrance over luxury.

Santa Secrets Revealed

As long as I can remember, I’ve actually known most of the truth about this dude Santa Claus. There are those that buy into his “magical” aspects, but his methods aren’t near as humanely impossible as anyone would think.

Mr Kringle is a pretty good guy, but I find his tactics questionable. This is probably the biggest reason my name has never been found on the other list. I don’t buy into the brainwashing. I don’t find it okay and look the other way regarding his breaking and entering tendency.

This unorthodox method of coming down a chimney is far fetched. Maybe he did it that way in the past, but some houses don’t even have a big enough chimney! Some houses don’t even have a fireplace. It must come down to being a mixed up burglar, since he doesn’t take anything. He leaves stuff. Maybe some people actually let him in. I have heard rumours of him being permiscuous. He has been seen kissing mommy.

Santa must be a horrible driver. He parks on the roof! Doesn’t he take into consideration the structural damage that heavy sleigh causes? What’s with the livestock? It’s 2020! Hes had to have seen the use of a motor by now. Park in the driveway or on the street like everyone else. Theres going to be less damage if he just parked in the yard. Watch out for little old ladies along the way too! Somebody lost their grandma to this maniac!

I had a break in back on Christmas eve in 2014. This guy even had the tenacity to wake me up and ask where my tree was. After my heart rate eased from the scare, I explained to him I wasn’t having a real great year and had very little Christmas spirit because of that. He didn’t help matters, he left coal. I had to have roof damage repaired and clean manure off my siding. The landlord wasn’t real happy!

There was good out of it all. I got a deer, which was easy shooting. I sure didn’t want the lead one though. There was something terribly wrong with it. The nose was red and it glowed.

The following year I had moved. I didn’t think I’d be dealing with this menace, but I was mistaken. I woke up and found him in my kitchen, rustling in my refrigerator! He realized real quick he had screwed up when I rested a pistol barrel against his cherry red cheek. He went down town and was booked but never went to trial. I didn’t press charges. I’m sure to be permanently on his “naughty” list though.

The was more venison in my freezer and I got a good scrap price on a sleigh. Sleigh? We don’t get enough snow anymore for that. Ever hear of a wheel? He must have seen them if he goes all over the world. The sick deer must have died. He wasn’t part of the team. I’m still looking to get rid of the harness gear. The deer’s name plates were in their positions. Dasher Dancer, etc. All except one place the tag read George. That must have been the replacement from the one I got the year before.

I may be one of the reasons he is changing his methods. I recently had a encounter with St Nick. He may think he was fooling me, but I knew EXACTLY who he was.

Don’t be fooled to think he makes his deliveries all in one night. I learned, at a young age, he has an advance delivery route. I found a few presents under the tree on December 19th from him. My mom explained the deal. He has WAY to many stops and has to do some of them before the big day. That’s logical. North Pole delivery is probably bigger than UPS and Fed Ex combined.

So that brings me back to the present. The other morning while I did my walk around on my work truck, a big red van truck pulled into the elevator. I recognized him, even though he was wearing a UPS type uniform and ball cap. He didn’t have on the felt suit with fur trim on. I guess he did away with the sleigh, it may have been my fault since I scraped it out. Maybe he didn’t have any more reign deer?

It was dark, and he didn’t recognize me, or didn’t act like it if he did. He asked if I’d be around later in the morning and if he could leave a package with me. I didn’t act all snarky like I could have and ask him why he didn’t just break in like he always did any other time. We have enough bad blood between us. I didn’t need to fuel that fire further. I’m willing to bet, he would have if I hadn’t been around.

I’m not sure who the package was for, there is maybe two people that make his special list I work with. The package wasn’t shaped right for coal. Oh well, not my cornfield… not my plow.

For those that read this, don’t act all aghast and think I’m evil. The story is fiction. Its humor people! Smile and most of all….

Merry Christmas!

Where are we going from here?

In the archive, of this blog, there is an article I wrote titled Ever Growing Circle. This article explains the beginnings of the Antique Iron Mafia

The article is one of my first written for this blog. There were 140 members when I penned the peice in 2017, an increase from 20 when the Facebook group was created in 2014. The membership count is now at 322. The following is bigger, but nothing else seems to have changed. We are gathered celebrating agricultural history.

There have been past attempts to structure the “Mafia”. Right now we are nothing more than “organized chaos”. There are so many good reasons for us to become a club, but there are hurdles and headaches in doing it as well. Maybe someday.

The Facebook group has an appointed administration. The four of us bring forth many fresh ideas and interesting topics. Mainly we monitor and see that our utopia runs smoothly and comfortably for our following.

From left to right Doug Edwards, Jessica Basford, me and Clinton Park

We recently had a live action media meeting on Facebook. On a side note, the past live action attempts have been poor in audio quality. This one unfortunately was no exception. It’s hard to hear the great ideas and information we discussed. I need to invest in some video/ audio equipment on behalf of Antique Iron Media, I haven’t done that yet.

There has been a brand created. I’m kind of proud of the design considering it was my attempt at it.  Merchandise can be created.

This is the brand concept created.
Concept for a hat

I haven’t really pushed this idea really hard for two reasons. We sadly live in a lawsuit society now. If someone were to attempt a lawsuit I probably would be held liable in the attempt. The Antique Iron Mafia doesn’t really exist. Alot of members already belong to organized clubs. The Mafia now supports & promotes other club events. I’ve always thought advertising  a nonexistent club might take away from the event hosts promotion.

My attitude has relaxed towards the creation of merchandise now. I, personally, tend to promote Doug’s business enterprise whenever I’m involved with a tractor related event. Doug’s logo brand is prominently displayed behind the staff in the picture above. If you would like a Tshirt or can cozy, please contact Doug .

The possibilities are endless! Hats Tshirts, can cozies, and even ID magnets can be ordered. I’m going to have  banners made, but one will be a variation That one will advertise my media business

This is the variation logo.

The merchandise will be created on “as interest” basis. If you would like something with the brand, please let me know.

Ideas of events for 2021. – revisiting hosting a tractor show – more tractor drives – involvement of community parades during holiday occasions – agricultural demonstrations such as plow days – group parties to travel for a museum visit.

Show and shine
Let’s parade!
Plow day

2020 was a horrible year for social events. Hopefully 2021 will be better

Another issue we are addressing is a calendar of events. This has been a long time in coming. Generally, I promote upcoming events at least 2 weeks before they happen. I understand that people may not keep a continuous monitor of the group and an event may get overlooked. A updated monthly calendar would be available in the file section on the group page.

I have to remind people that a successful calandar will only work if we are made aware of events. The Mafia staff and I generally see to promoting everything that we are aware of. With that being said, we don’t always know of everything going on. Everyone’s participation is greatly encouraged.

The public knowledge of the Mafia is now six years. We have grown slowly. I realize bigger isn’t always better and I’m thankful for each and every one that supports the group now. With that said, the Mafia staff wish to see our group grow more and flourish. We not only would like to see the membership tally increase, we encourage more participation. This isn’t MY group! The group doesn’t belong to the Mafia staff. This group belongs to EVERYONE! We are only as successful as WE all make it.

In parting, I ask, what can we do to make the Antique Iron Mafia better? Feel free to contact me on Facebook or email ideas and comments to

Harvest Candid

If you’re a regular follower to my blog you know I don’t get much time to create articles during harvest. This time of year is very fast paced and high energy, with extensive work hours. I focus more on being a professional driver than my writing talents.

The day begins

I do get opportunity to take pictures, so I’m going to do another photographic article with less writing. I hope you enjoy my views, during my duties, working for a grain operation.

Getting a load ready to ship
Cutting beans
Bin top view. Photo by Mark Enslow

I generally spend my harvest in a semi. This year I have been a grain cart operator.

I don’t get to run one of these to often
Down hood view

I’m not the only one in my region that likes red power. Brad and Greg King own red. Here’s a few pictures when I was hauling for them.

Catch Brad! Greg has got to keep moving
Brad hands off the hauling to me
Happy faces, Brad & Laurie King

I snapped a quick picture from my truck and ended up with a happy accident. The following picture isn’t a new state of the art model combine with two load out augers. There are actually two combines in the picture. The one coming toward the shot is hidden behind the away combine.

Optical illusion
Shade tree mechanics

So once the grain is ready for the truck to move where does it go? Well, for more depth read my previous three part Then and now Ag Hauling article in the archive. Here is a picture overview.

Holly Schinzler & Angie Philips. These two ladies are great at keeping everything straight
Dump pits are busy
Matt Dambacher is in high places at times

The following picture isn’t just a pit manager. The man on the broom actually owns and manages the elevator. He knows every job. The previous picture is second in command. He does everything and goes anywhere.

Greg Boesdorfer, The owner can do every job
Dump trailer on the pit ahead of me
Over the pit
Later in the day
The day is ending, but the work isn’t over

There you have it! A glimpse of candid moments throughout my usual day during the fall.

Edwards Open House 2020

The Edwards family open house has been an ongoing event in Franklin, IL for quite some time. Originally the event occurred on July 4th, in companion with the village’s festivities. Last year the family changed the date to Labor day weekend because of conflict with other “tractor” events happening during Independence Day.

Photo by Cindy Ladage
Jim Edwards, the patriarch of the family, and main host. photo by Cindy Ladage
From left to right Doug, Jim, Jason and Corey. Our hosts for the day. Photo credit ?

The event is held at Jim’s house, located west of Franklin on IL Route 104. The tractor collection is quite extensive, including John Deere, Oliver, International Harvester, and rare prewar Chrysler powered tractors. The exact number in the family collection is still not assured. Tractors seem to come and go continually.

all the Olivers
Oliver seemed to be the featured tractor this year photo by Jessica Basford

Fellow writer / blogger Cindy Ladage was in attendance this year. Jessica Basford, which is an amazing photographer in her own right, was also attending. The ladies have graciously agreed to help with this article by allowing me to feature their photographs. Thank you ladies for your talented skills in sharing the sights of the day

Photo by Cindy Ladage

This 1934 Hart Parr and Oliver Superior drill was a popular photograph opportunity. I like the different perspective each of the ladies discovered

Photo by Jessica Basford
Photo by Jessica Basford
Two of the Chrysler tractors. Photo by Jessica Basford
Another perspective of the prewar Chrysler tractors. Photo by Cindy Ladage
Jim recently became a member of the Graham Bradley owner club. Photo by Jessica Basford
Turbo M. photo by Jessica Basford
Photo by Cindy Ladage
Front line along the road. Photo by Jessica Basford
John Deere line. Photo by Cindy Ladage

Some of the tractors didn’t make it out into the sunshine this year. They were either being troublesome or intentionally left so people would discover them hidden away. Ive been to other open house displays set like that and it left a impression of mischief and discovery. It was a sense of going “behind the scenes” Personally, I’m more use to the museum building being full.


Sunday, September 6, was overall a relaxing day. It was a great time to visit with friends of common interests. There wasn’t much interest in using the braker fan this year. A guest brought a AC WD-45 that Doug tested on the Dyno though

Jessica, Chris, Enola, and Don discuss tractors
discussions Cindy and “Cletus” must be sharing journalist ideas
Clinton “Cletus” Park and I visit. Photo by Corey Edwards

Pictures say many words, I want to thank my fellow artists for helping me share this story. Cindy, Jessica, and Corey helped make this article that much better.

Plowing with Friends

Some people like to go on tractor drives, others strive the challenge of moving a pulling sled. One of my favorite ways to demonstrate the abilities of antique tractors is by plowing.

Years ago, farmers would work together in this manner. I’d like to think plowing is a way modern collectors celebrate that neighborly attitude. I’ve attended several plow events, and have seen the rekindled spirit of days gone by.

Don Nowak

Don Nowak invited me to bring one of my rigs over to Glenarm, IL. I had other plans, but it’s funny how plans can be changed. The amateur reporter saw the opportunity to report a story while the old time farmer wanted to turn dirt.

Big Iron

Originally there were nine of us in the furrow. John Deere dominated the ground. There was an Allis Chalmers, my Farmall 300 and a sharp little D-2 Caterpillar. Tractors were dropping out with issues and that left three.

Lloyd Frasee on a D-2 Caterpillar
Making adjustments

There is just something about being in control of a tractor straining in a furrow. The sense of power the engine is delivering, ensuring the tires are gripping and not spinning, and watching the dirt roll over in front of the plow shears. Its romantic in some sense. There is sound, sight, and smell enhancing the experience.

Unfortunately my day was quickly cut short. A fluke mechanical issue caused an electrical wiring fire. I was lucky enough to learn some tips from a couple experienced gentlemen to limp my tractor on to the trailer for its ride home. I gladly report the damage is minor and my favorite plowing set up will be good as new. From that point, I became a spectator and not a participant.

My Farmall 300 is on the trailer in the background, it’s hard to see behind the giant chair

This gave me the chance to socialize. There were old friends, familiar faces and the opportunity to meet new people. Fellow blogger and professional writer Cindy Ladage was in attendance. I encourage everyone to follow her writing on her blog Traveling Adventures of a Farm Girl

Lee Curby was taking pictures during the day. He had a drone in the air. With his permission, I’m going to feature his excellent photography

Thanks Lee Curby for letting me feature your photography.