Welcome to the Webbpage Blog. Home of Tim Webb Photography. Here is where you can see what really goes on in my life. Enjoy!
Opening Morning
This year is my 15th season of hunting. After taking a trophy buck last year, and with Nolan turning 13 this year, I wanted to make it all about him. So for the first time I didn’t even take a gun into the woods with me on Opening Morning. I gave him the lead and put him in front with my old .30/.30. I became the eyes in the back of his head and was the official grunt caller. Nolan is still working on how to step quietly in the woods, but for the most part he is quickly becoming a good hunter with the patience to sit still. The deer weren’t very kind to us this weekend, but the weather was beautiful on Saturday and typical for November on Sunday. The Corn family, our friends from Madison County, came up again this year and hung out with the rest of my family of hunters. As usual Mom, Natalie and the kids came over to Mom’s old home place on McGlone Creek and joined us with a crock pot of vegetable soup.
There’s nothing like opening morning, on the second Saturday in November.
I even have dreams during the year about that first day break.
Day break on my Uncle John Fred’s portion of the family farm on McGlone Creek in Carter County.
The sun light spills out of the sky
Even if it hadn’t been opening morning, it was still a beautiful morning to be sitting quietly and peacefully in the woods.
5 a.m. came a little too early for Nolan. Good thing that Daddy has his back.
The Corn girls play a game of Corn Hole
Jerry & Mac McGlone
Laura and Emmy Corn, with Nolan the fire tamer in the background.
Mom and her brother Paul McGlone
Mac with his Daddy Jeff McGlone
Nolan, with Jack & Lisa Corn
Nolan and his .30/.30
Carpenter Bees
We built a fire on Saturday. While Nolan was helping me chop wood he found six carpenter bees hibernating in the wood. So we dug them out and put them in a jar and brought them back to life. Nolan is allergic to stings so he didn’t want anything to do with the bees, so Cameron and Laura adopted them. Cameron is taking them to school Monday morning.
World Equestrian Games Snappers
When photographers take photos of other photographers we call them snappers. Here are a few that I took during the Equestrian Games.
Larry Smith, a shooter out of Wichita, Kansas, for the European PressPhoto Agency, finds himself shooting from a corn field during the Endurance portion of the games.
Larry and I shared a table for 16 days in the Media Village at the games. He's a great guy, and we got to be good friends. I left WEG and came home. He left WEG and covered the World Series.
Larry Smith transmitting in the corridor
Hey Dude! You're not in Europe anymore.
Media Village
Waiting for a golf cart with Herald-Leader photog and fellow smart-ass Mark Cornelison.
Self-portrait with Mark
The Media Village
Photographer Jeff Rogers. If you've ever seen your luggage pop out of a horse farm onto the conveyor belt at Bluegrass Airport, that photo is his.
Herald-Leader photographer Dave Perry
From beginning to end I shot 13,889 photos. After I packed up and was walking out of the Media Village on my last day, I thought this was an appropriate image to end it with.
World War II Honor Flight
One of the most fulfilling assignments that I’ve ever had was with a group of World War II veterans from Kentucky back in October. The Honor Flight program takes vets, totally free of charge, from all over the country, to Washington D.C. to see the World War II, Korean, and Iwo Jima Memorials. Civilians and service men and women came out at all of our stops to thank the men and women who saved the world in 1945. Our World War II vets are leaving us at a fast rate. They were able to defeat Hitler and Tojo, but they can’t escape time.
Just by lucky chance, the University of Louisville LaCrosse team was on the flight back with us from Baltimore after playing Temple. It was such a neat contrast seeing these young girls 19 and 20 years old genuinely taking an interest in these men who are in their late 80s, and even one young man who was 95. But nothing could prepare us for the parade and reception of over a hundred people that awaited us in the Louisville airport when we returned late that night. Words and photographs will fail to do it justice when Kentucky Living runs this article in time for Memorial Day next May.
Flying out of Louisville, bound for Baltimore, then on into DC
I found out that these guys weren't too old to flirt. Actually they were quiet good at it!
A warm reception at the Baltimore airport
The Army Band from nearby Ft. Meade played God Bless America in the Baltimore terminal.
The reception line at the WWII Memorial with a soldier's wife dressed in her throw back dress and gloves.
Cruising around the WWII Memorial
The local servicemen really step up each weekend for the Honor Flight program.
Raising the flag one last time.
Picking up chics in the airport
The men with the U of L LaCrosse Team
The LaCrosse girls were a real treat for the vets!!!
Welcome home!
Back home in Louisville
Keeping The Lights On
Coal is coming under tremendous political fire more than ever before. Nobody really knows what the future holds for our nation’s energy production. But for now, coal is how we keep the lights on in Kentucky. I’ve spent part of the summer and much of the fall doing annual report photos for the electric generation, transmission, and distribution industry, including East Kentucky Power and many of the local electric co-ops. Here is a behind-the-scenes look at what it takes to keep the lights on.
