With a new baby in the house, Penny seeks reassurance and is probably wondering when baby Charlie will be leaving. It’s an adjustment .
My daughter Laura , (the new mother) shot this quick moment today as I was getting up.
You saw Penny’s paw included in the new family handshake a couple posts ago.
Here she is photobombing during the first bath the other day
The night Charles was born, I brought a cloth diaper from the hospital so she could get his scent. Little did she know how life would change.
On the front porch with the human members of the family. Sorry Penny.
P.s. Tomorrow after this posts, my DIL will tell me Henry the Airedale is upset because he isn’t featured or included on the blog.
Thanks V for the idea to blog Penny and Grandma
They amaze me, the velvet flowers. Roses.
I’ve never grown them but I hear it can be difficult to do so.
My mother had red climbing ones all over the backyard fence in New Jersey. My sister has taken me to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden to see the wonderful specimens with memorable names. “With over 5,000 bushes of more than 1,200 kinds of roses, the Cranford Rose Garden features one of the largest collections of rose cultivars in North America.”
In 1977, my father took Mark as a toddler in the stroller to the cemetery at Old St. Mary’s Church on South 4th St. In addition to the historic gravestones there were old fashioned roses everywhere.
I like roses at every stage – bud to all-the-way-falling-off petals.
Last week it was lush blue and white hydrangeas which I shared with my daughter at the hospital, the blue for birth of a boy seemed perfect. They were a great background for the food pusher post the other day. This past Saturday, it was white hydrangeas combined with pale pink roses.
At each wedding I was given lovely flowers to take home. I brought this bouquet from the reception back to Ohio.
As I carried it in from the car, I noticed the roses had opened.
You can savor the celebrations as you admire the blooms.
Plus, the scent of them reminds me of my grandmother who worked in the florist shop in Lincoln Illinois when I was a kid.
Photographed with iPhone6 just now.
What a perfect day for a celebration. Doreen and Marty chose this wedding date as her grandfather was born on July 4th, 1910. Although he has passed, Doreen’s grandmother was dancing up a storm and enjoying the wedding.
Here they are watching the fireworks being shot from a barge on the river. The reception was at Station Square Sheraton Hotel in Pittsburgh.
You know those photo greeting cards with the tiny hand in the big hand?
The touching closeups?
I was going for a similar feel with the new parents and grandson Charlie who was a week and a day.
Oops. Add one eager Golden Doodle. Penny’s paw added to the photo.
This past Tuesday I got down and knelt, used my 70-200 lens.
Tried to steady the camera. Get the shot.
Anticipating when to press the shutter button.
Freezing the action is a challenge.
I’d never seen one before today.
A unique baby gift arrived in today’s mail from my dear friend J.
A fellow blogger writes about things she’s grateful for and has inspired me to post this Med Flight helicopter.
Here is her latest gratitude post about a gift of flowers to the teacher- thank you Colline.
Friday when I left the hospital after visiting my new grandson, there was a helicopter outside on the pad ready for take off. They’d brought a patient in need of care to Riverside Hospital in Columbus OH.
MedFlight does amazing work, “critical care transport”– getting people to advanced medical treatment in a timely manner with the latest technology.
As I was exiting the parking lot, I saw my son Mark photographing the helicopter. He has always loved them since he was little.
I pulled over to the curb and photographed the rising bird and Mark, fascinated as if he were still seven, photographing the ascending helicopter. He had told me on the way to our cars, “they’re not supposed to be able to fly, you know.”
But fly they do-
A few years ago I got a nice shot of the family looking up at the fireworks. Thought I would try again to improve on it. Some of the shots are strangers Some family.
The canisters sure get launched quickly. I tried to work fast.
Arrived back in Columbus and went straight to the hospital to see new grandson Charlie. Mark and his family (with all four kids) came to visit too and filled up the hospital room fast.
Ms. Stacee Ray keeps the hot funnel cakes cooking. (Yes, that is two e’s in Stacee)
Son Cedric told me he’s the muscles of the operation. I’m sorry I didn’t photograph him for the blog.
Earlier I asked if I might photograph Mr. Ron Ray of Fun’l Frenzy as he cut the strawberries. Knew he would make a great portrait for the people at work series! Thank you Mr. Ray.
Experimenting with camera settings.
Read more about the origin of Funnel Cake here