Down by the Ohio River.
An eclectic gallery. The back of a big stop sign.
The Byzantine Church from McKees Rocks Bottoms, too, where the bells were ringing Sunday.
A stop at La Gourmandine Bakery on Butler Street for a brioche.
A little camper for a weekend getaway
Good thing they have an alarm system
Hey, the place has AC
Church Bells were ringing in the tower
A home filled with disappointment Sunday afternoon. I wonder if they have to water the shakers.
and a line out the front door, everyone getting their French baked goods on Butler Street in Lawrenceville
Stopped at the Car Wash on the way home
Sunday morning I met my friend and her son to photograph his senior pictures at the boathouse where he rows.
It was foggy and felt like fall.
I could hear a tugboat chugging along the river but could just make out the lights. Not even an outline.
Getting down to the river.
Pretty thick fog.
You can see the lights of the boat.
Can’t see the bridge
Sun and light, reflections.
Ohio River Reflections
My sister’s visiting our brother in Okanogan WA and has sent a few pics from her phone. It’s considered “high desert”.
I wish I were with them.
Here are bins of firewood, stacked, ready to burn to keep warm this winter
The other day she sent a pic of these delicious peaches
like a car graveyard
Photographing at night is one of my favorite things to do.
The city looks the most beautiful at night.
I scanned just a wee portion of my archives to get a representative sampling.
Nighttime- quiet, dark. Sparkly, twinkly too as I seem to shoot a lot of lights.
Anna and Maura and Henry getting ready to go to sleep.
The city lit up feels magical to me. Every November they have Light Up Night
Goorin Brothers Hat Shop on Bleecker Street, New York City
Inspired by my son-in-law James. A bus on Bryant Street in Highland Park
Chinese New Year Table.
Reggie Howze playing the saxophone on the Roberto Clemente Bridge
Love to photograph the decorated Christmas houses at night.
St. Paul Cathedral – Oakland Pittsburgh
Balloon Man at Little Italy Days in Bloomfield
The barn at Bobbijo and Tim’s wedding.
I posted this or a similar one for fire and ice. Definitely nighttime
Getting a sandwich late at night. The sandwich with the french fries and coleslaw right on it.
The Greyhound Bus station at night in Pittsburgh
Our neighbor got his weekly delivery of Community Supported Agriculture of Southwestern Pennsylvania and since his wife’s away so tonight he brought up all of this bounty from local farms.
I’ve been photographing lots of ingredients lately so this one keeps with the theme.
Roasted beets on the list of things to do
and I see myself trying the method of microwaving the spaghetti squash the way I’ve seen Erika do it in her kitchen.
Splits open so easily.
Not sure about that enormous zucchini. The peppers are just beautiful as are those yellow tomatoes. Mmmmm. Inspirational.
And the guest photograph by Roberta, who made Garlic Mashed Potatoes with the leftover roasted garlic.
(organic garlic grown by my brother David in Okanogan WA)
A couple of the ingredients for the soup I made my daughter-in-law last weekend.
dThat cabbage cost one dollar.
Carrots, celery, onion, garlic from Okanogan WA from my brother. Peeled off a couple of the outer leaves.
( iPhone 5 photographs. Wondering if I need the 6)
This weekend I shared Maura’s bedroom in Ohio and Anna joined us, too. We shared some laughs.
Turns out there were more “kids” in the place than just the granddaughters.
The happy boy doll with the open mouth is Baby Michael and he is ALWAYS happy like you see him in the photograph.
If I heard right, he was a score in the Consignment Store.
The tiny baby was Anna’s first doll but she’s almost 11 and so sister Maura has taken over her care now.
One of the good things about fall.
It’s a simple dessert. The time of year when the apples are perfect, so fresh
A sign of fall. Apple Crisp.
If you want to be inspired with Apples Galore, stop by Rufus’ Food and Spirit Guide blog.
I peeled a lot of apples(10), sliced and chopped and put them into a buttered 9×13 glass dish.
Cut a stick of butter into 2 cups of oats (we skip the flour) some salt and about 1/2 cup of brown sugar. Just hint of cinnamon, not to overpower the apples.
Crumble the buttery oatmeal crumbs over the apples. Bake about 50 minutes.
Marlene adds a cup of cranberries to her apples and that makes it nice and tart with the contrast of sweet.
(and a little salty caramel or vanilla ice cream on the side- or even mint, eh Maura?)
Oh no, I didn’t photograph the fragrant apple crisp as it cooled or when it was dished up on plates with the ice cream.
We just ate it!
My friend G, visiting this weekend, spoke of a fountain with two elephants in a park near Short North in Columbus. Goodale Park, surrounded by Victorian Village.
I’d never seen the fountain or the park and so after breakfast , I asked my daughter if she knew of the park with the two elephants. Sounded like a good blog post to me. (Thanks, G)
Not only did she know how to drive to Goodale Park, she said, “James and I had our engagement photographs taken here”
when we got there and were reading the memorial plaque for Dr. Lincoln Goodale, the first doctor to live in Columbus who founded Trinity Episcopal Church downtown where she and James were married almost 3 years ago.
Laura and I had a had a lovely time walking through the park and she told me that the perimeter is a mile around.
The last Sunday of summer was a perfect day.
The granite and bronze fountain with the pair of elephants (2011) by Malcolm Cochran, OSU Emeritus Faculty
Another view of the pond and fountain.
A tall tree-
My father was really good at identifying trees, knowing their proper names, looking at the leaf shapes, the bark.
How I wish I’d paid better attention when I was young.
The park is noted for its wonderful and varied tree collection
We saw Catalpa Beans but don’t eat them!
and the asters were my mother’s favorites. I was glad to be able to tell Laura that as she held the asters so they didn’t blow around in the strong wind. (Aster is the name of the colorway of wool I am knitting Laura’s cowl)
Laura was right, that the sign was hard to read. But you can read it below.
Here’s the bust of Dr. Goodale
Dr Goodale, the founder of the park.
A man and his dog in the park
They’ve the proper hats now, thanks to a dear friend from Boston who is in Columbus this weekend.
The kids are ready to tour New England next summer. G brought them for my grandchildren from her home in Boston. There are some red, white and blue Patriots shirts to go with the hats, too. When in Boston……
The family had just been talking about their next adventure, studying American History while traveling to battlefields, landmarks and historic sites. This summer it was Williamsburg, Ft. McHenry and Kitty Hawk, Assateague National Park, Chesapeake Bay and General McArthur’s gravesite.
Boston is so rich with history. The books she brought about the Boston Tea Party and the start of the American Revolution will be terrific preparation for their New England tour. Get ready Faneuil Hall, Fenway Park and Old North Church.