(photograph copyright 2009 by Dan Routh)
Portrait of my son’s friend Cally.
Commercial, Advertising and Editorial Photography. Greensboro, North Carolina

Friends and neighbors gathered Saturday afternoon at Goat Lady Dairy in Grays Chapel, south of Greensboro to watch as the original “Goat Lady”, Ginnie Tate was surprised by her family with a first for her, a hot-air balloon ride. The group cheered as Ginnie took to the air. “Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas any more.”





Below is Ginnie’s ground crew.


For more about Ginnie, see this article at http://www.news-record.com/content/2008/09/26/article/goat_lady_ginnie_tate_i_m_not_afraid_to_die
(photographs copyright 2009 by Dan Routh)

My father’s cousin Thomas Routh and his wife Lula Mae live just down the road from us in Grays Chapel. In their late eighties, Thomas and Lula Mae grow a large vegetable garden each year from which they sell fresh produce at the local farmer’s market in Asheboro. Doing all the work themselves, they grow plants in their greenhouse from seed, prepare their ground, plant their plants, do all the harvesting, and sell the fresh vegetables at the market. I caught them Saturday morning as they were finishing up planting tomatoes. This year, they have about 750 tomato plants. That’s a lot of tomatoes. Of course, they also will have squash, cucumbers, potatoes, lettuce, cabbage, corn, plants and canned goods too. Lula Mae said last year she kept track of the green beans they picked, and the total came to 2300 lbs.

Photographs of 99 year-old Margie Wall of High Point, for a website redesign. She was being interviewed while these were being shot, and her life story was fascinating. Born at the base of Caraway Mountain in Randolph County, North Carolina, she developed polio as an infant. Her family moved to High Point when she was three because, “I got better”. Never married, she “never met anyone I fell in love with”. Though physically slow in body, her mind and sprit are clear and sharp, and she loves to entertain those around her by singing hymns.
(photograph copyright 2009 by Dan Routh)
The Easter Bunny didn’t visit us yesterday, but the Easter Guinea did. My son Tristan was watching our guinea fowl when one of the hens ducked into a fence row. Tristan found this clutch of fresh eggs hidden in the hedge. The size of a bantum chicken egg, but with a thicker shell, they are very rich and are wonderful to cook with or eat plain.