Syon Abbey’s groundbreaking took place in 2002.You’re driving along the Blue Ridge Parkway and then you see it across a huge green field. I didn’t realize it was built so recently.
At night I waited for the moonrise and the cloud cover was thick and the air cold. During the day we attempted the 4 kids-simultaneous-smiles for the Christmas card. There were the miniature horses in the field next door, sunlight streaming through their visible breath and the late afternoon light on the stunning flowering pears holding onto their golden and scarlet leaves, then releasing them when the wind blew. But I went out in my robe and clogs in the mid-thirties to catch the flock of Turkey Vultures (I had been calling them buzzards until I looked them up) as they circled and waited in the trees. Fascinating- a bit repugnant at the same time.
Streetlights, headlights, moon. Bedford Square. A stripe of cloud by the moon. Always practicing my night photography. Trying to avoid excessive graininess. Enjoying the time off from work to restore.
Don’t understand why people paint brick. But the peeling paint I found in the back alley was a great background for the autumn vine.
On Shiloh Street there is a 350 foot tower. Here is a piece of it and the full moon from the impromptu Tuesday night shoot.
Just last year I was on the hunt for Inflatable Turkeys. To me this is much more dramatic.
Guess this will be the Thanksgiving post. Handheld, RB, no tripod. Propped camera on the side of a telephone pole.
Not Light Up Night tonight. My friend Ray called. Said there was a huge orange moon on the horizon but by the time I threw on my jeans, wool sweater, hat and scarf, drove up to Mt. Washington, the moon had risen and appeared off white. Clear, cold and windy, met two couples from Minneapolis on their way to the Macy’s Parade in NYC. Ray told them how to drive off the mountain to Fathead’s or Primanti’s on Carson Street. The city lights looked brighter to me than Friday night. It was an impromptu shooting session but a lot of fun. Posting the Radio Tower on Shiloh Street tomorrow.
Went to a surprise 40th birthday party Saturday night. Half chocolate/half vanilla. Potomac Bakery made the cake. The icing edge was smiley face yellow. Her husband and sister pulled it off and I hope he takes my friend the birthday girl to the new restaurant Andora she thought she was going to try. I figured it out- I was a freshman in college when Erin was born! If you want to see what was happening in the world on her birthday, check out the Nov 16, 1970 issue of TIME.
Late afternoon sunlight on a red leaf as it blew across the walk in front of school. Unaltered photo. A true crimson red.
From the the sidewalk by the Monongahela Incline. Not the usual view. Drove up Sycamore Street after the Madwomen in the Attic Poetry Reading/ Party at WYEP on the South Side. Easy to park as it was after 10 PM. I missed the fireworks. Walked up and down Grandview and took a series of shots of Light Up Night, wishing I had taken the tripod and cable release.
It is almost breakfast time in Zagreb. I’m getting ready for bed. Thirty years ago, November 20, 1980, 10:10 AM -born in Clarion PA. Almost Thanksgiving. My mother flew out to help and then my father drove out from Philadelphia and surprised us. Here is a colored pencil drawing I started with things from Matthew’s childhood. The legal pad and pencil are drawn, not real. I placed a few photos on top. It was Matthew’s idea to commemorate birthday and special occasions on the blog. So Happy 30th Birthday Matthew. Love you and miss you. Ma
Driving back from Murrysville I saw the lights on the porch at Clayton, the home of Henry Clay Frick. Evergreen swags dangling from the portico. Drove around the block to come back and use the driver’s side window as my makeshift tripod. Lots of photos in the dark lately, it’s dark so early! Wednesday night Steve and I ate dinner a Grant Avenue Bar & Grill and when I pulled down the alley I saw the Candy Cane/ Snowflake house. Scroll down to see the Millvale House.
Today I drove across the city from one school to another and returned at the end of the day, drove around the block, just to see how the light had changed on the scene with the doll. The white soft body and bright limbs caught my eye. I will drive by tomorrow morning and see if anyone picked up the doll.
At four o’clock the crows gather near Hillcrest Street. This is just one tree of many where they roost. I was waiting for Steve to pick me up at school. Their cawing sounds are loud and remind one of the movie The Birds. This is a color photo.
On the way home from McCafferty’s Sunday Pot Roast Dinner and family Christmas card photos I thought, I’ll swing by the field, listen to the crowd roar. Not a car on the streets surrounding the stadium. Time to get home to bed to get ready for the week. And tomorrow night’s screening. Game not going so well as I am scheduling to post. But I like the scene.
to send the very best.” Slogan originated in 1944. I used to send more greeting cards. They’d be late sometimes. Most times. Some remember every occasion and send a lovely card. Well, one friend in particular I know. And on time, too. I used to read cards as a stress relief. Find an envelope if it was missing.
Many of you know my next career is filmmaker! And on Monday 11/15 my second film will be screened. The first one was Dorothy Holley: Quart Jar Poet. The doors open at 7. The screening starts at 7:30 and the film is one hour in length. Michael Wurster: The City Books Session. Simmons Hall (which is the basement) Fifth Ave at Shady Avenue. Light Refreshments. Free and open to the public. Filmed and edited by me. A little shameless self-promotion. Michael Wurster was one of the original founders of the Pittsburgh Poetry Exchange and many people have taken classes from him. He taught at the Pittsburgh Center for the Arts for 18 years. I filmed it over 4 years ago and am very glad to have completed the film. You will hear him read a few of his poems and be interviewed by me. If you are a former student you might want a copy of the DVD which will be on sale for $10. Michael is bringing copies of his latest book as well. The British Detective. Excellent music brings the film to life. Used with permission from songwriter Christopher Jones from his Heartland Variations CD. Hope you can come.
Squirrels! They ransack bird feeders. Had one in the fireplace the month of July a few years back. Steve had to take it down the street and he wore oven mitts and a parka in July, carrying a cage. Neighbors must have gotten a look. I am sure it ran right back to our house after he released it in the park. Some call them rats with bushy tails and they are from the order of rodentia. Their beady eyes dart about. But just look at where they live! The colors in person were even more alive. Fred Peterson, President of the Pittsburgh Poetry Society read a poem at Maker’s Mark about the delicacy at the family table- squirrel brains. Not part of my cultural upbringing so totally unappetizing to me. When Laura moved to an apartment in college, one of the housemates had one as a pet. This was a tree worth driving around the block. This is an unretouched photo taken on a glorious autumn afternoon. Closeup of nest- scroll down for second image
Mike’s brother — Ed Kichi — 2nd from the left in the 2nd row. In above photo of the 1st Platoon D Co, 39th OCC
Ed Kichi and Don Anderson
Quantico , VA
Reunion in 2011
in Sept 1966 Phu Bai, Viet Nam
To include those currently serving in the military This photo sent by Sally Nauer of her son’s unit (Jonathan Nauer) neighbors at Ft. Knox in the seventies
from blog reader Anne Hamilton in the United Kingdom
Charles Albert Kydd ” I thought Ruth might like the attached photo of my great uncle, the brother of my English grandmother (the one you met). Charles Albert Kydd was born in 1896. He went missing and I’ve also attached a document relating to this which I found in amongst my gran’s papers. Unfortunately I don’t know anything else – not even what regiment he was attached to.”
Thankfully he did
survive the war and lived into old age!
Email a photo of a veteran with name and information about service and I will add it to the gallery. firstname.lastname@example.org
Veterans Day. More than a day off from school. A day in November to honor all veterans- men and women in the military who have served. And the correct spelling “the attributive (no apostrophe) rather than the possessive case is the official spelling “ according to an article “Apostrophe Sparks Veterans Day Conundrum”. I had to look it up. WWII, on the left my father’s brother Alan Ray Hendricks who “observed his 28th bday by flying a bombing mission over Japanese-held Koror Island in a 7th AAF Liberator on which he is a gunner”.(old yellowed newspaper clipping) Received the Distinguished Flying Cross. Who do you know who has served? Scan and email a photo of a veteran you know , along with name and service and I will post a gallery of veterans. Suzanne sent me her father-in-law and father and that sparked the idea. email@example.com
Steve picked me up from school. We drove over to Shadyside. He asked me to take a photo of Bob’s store, Shadyside Mining Company, as a tribute to his friend who passed away last Saturday night. The beautiful bouquet lovingly tucked in the door made me cry. Went to buy a Post-Gazette at Rite-Aid but they were all gone. The young woman at Jitters Cafe and Ice Cream on Walnut and Ivy let me have the page with Bob’s obit(click) to put at his store so people could read the arrangements. Another friend, Ellen, came over from Talbot’s. She was wearing a stunning necklace that Bob designed. She told us about the bench across the street from the store where he used to sit. Steve and Rich and Bob and Ash used to play some mean tennis.Scroll down to see a photo @ Cappy’s last March of Doug, Steve, Rich, and Bob on the right in the group photo.