.....Advertisement.....
.....Advertisement.....

Today's Features

  • This will be the last time I’ll be lost in LaRue County, or at least the last time I’m writing about it. I’m leaving the newspaper; for further details you can read all about it on page 6A “Where corn don’t grow.”

  • As I explained in the July 19 edition of The LaRue County Herald News, I made a trip to one of the most remote locations in LaRue County. To get there you have to go through at least two other counties, sometimes three depending on which way you go.

    The dappled light coming through the leaves on walnut trees and the vibrant blue of chicory that lined the road had me believing what my mom told me that “I suffer from Nature Deficit Disorder,” and I needed to slow down and just take in the scenery.

  • When I started the Lost in LaRue column I had a lot of feed back from readers about my travels. One particular reader had challenged me thinking they knew of a LaRue County location I probably didn’t know of. Ron Whitlock was surprised when I told him not only do I know of the place, I’ve spent quite a bit of time there since my friends own property near the area. Making a trip to the location has been on my to do list for quite a while. I dropped the boys off, called in the office on my way toward New Hope. I took Gap Knob Road toward Hwy 84.

  • Rhyme and reason elude me sometimes and I begin meandering through the countryside lost in thought. I grabbed my lunch and just started driving. I found myself headed south on 31E. I decided to turn on to Brooks Road, it had been a while since I went that way. I stopped at the bridge, still under construction, took some photos for a future article then continued on my way.

  • There are certain times when the lighting is right, conditions lend to almost ethereal surroundings and the scenery begs to be captured in a photograph. For me, it’s morning.

    Heavy dew often creates a bejeweled landscape and spider webs hang heavy with crystal beads. Often the sun comes up and makes the bedazzled landscape sparkle, other times fog is so heavy and thick that it creates an otherworldly backdrop.

  • After having been given a tip on the possibility of a unique photo, which I’m somewhat ashamed to say took me a couple weeks to follow up on, I found myself traveling toward Magnolia. The drive there was a little rainy and I was worried because I didn’t know if I’d be able to get a photo without stepping in the tall grass. I didn’t have my muck boots, which is really unfortunate for the predicaments I get myself in sometimes.

  • Detours, that’s the brand of travel I like most. Taking the same route every single day is monotonous. Lets face it, there’s no adventure in monotony, is there? I took a detour, really it was a complete loop that brought me back to where I started, but enough of that.

    I took Cissal Hill Road and made my way up to the top of the ridge. It was a gray misty sort of morning, perfect for photographing the vibrant redbuds because there isn’t any color competition and the light wouldn’t be direct, it’s more diffused.

  • Have you ever seen a cow let out of a barn after a long winter? That is one of my first memories as a kid. We were living on a dairy farm and I vaguely remember the sight of cows hopping and skipping into the fields on a warm spring day. This is exactly how I know I’m going to feel when I get done with all the deskwork I’ve had lately.

  • Taking Matthew 25:36, “I was in prison and ye came unto me,” as their raison d’etre, volunteers from the LaRue County Christian Jail Ministry visit and worship with inmates of the county jail in Hodgenville three evenings each week.

    “The jail ministry has over 50 ministers,” said Jenn Mayfield, ministry coordinator since 2010. “Most are laity; some are ordained ministers and some, licensed.”