She was in the passenger seat. We had just left Laura’s. The traffic was backed up for the railroad crossing.
She caught the tree with the formerly green leaves, now rust colored. Don’t want to see the summer end.
Remember the Spring-like November Day I posted Tuesday with the thirty degree drop in temps predicted?
Well, it’s more like a forty degree drop two days later-
in the park, late afternoon.
Cashmere fingerless gloves.
Thank you SB for the loan of the luxurious gloves. I’m still warming up the rest of me.
My hand looks a bit like “The Claw” in a horror flick but the cozy gloves were so welcome on my chilly hands during the photo shoot in the park.
Schenley Park tree.
Just a couple of weeks ago. The setting sun coming through the leaves.
No school today on Veterans Day. Spent some time outside before the threatened polar vortex arrives.
Happy Third Anniversary Lala and James love Ma and MIL Ruthie
In the Highland Park fountain. It was late in the afternoon.
Leaves swirling, their shadows moving along with the water flow.
Almost looks like a sidewalk, the stone bottom. It was hard to show the depth.
Leaves in water are different from blowing around, they’re stuck to the surface, weighted down.
I watched them for awhile, waiting for someone.
I neglected to add a title/text right onto the images.
Today I went to www.picmonkey.com as suggested on WordPress, found some images that lent themselves to the addition of text and went with the Self-Help Genre.
Not that self-help books really help
Here’s the bookshelf of Cover Art of my imaginary titles.
When one of the grandkids sees something when they’re out and about and thinks-
“oooh, a good one for Grandma’s Blog”, takes a picture to send to me, I like to share it.
Good to encourage their “seeing”.
I told Anna I’ll help her start a blog of her very own. I think she has a great eye. She could start once a week, not daily.
Two years ago Anna took the photo of the pick up truck filled with mannequin legs, headed “to the dummy store.”
One more hour of Wednesday so squeaking in as a Wordless Wednesday. Well, almost wordless.
Don’t seem to be disciplined enough to stick with the Wordless Wednesday, Throwback Thursday on a regular basis.
Friday’s Weekly Photo Challenge is one I enjoy responding to each week, though.
I was reading about how one’s blog is kind of a self-imposed assignment- one doesn’t have to do it at all.
But you get something going and you stick with it. Put it out there.
There’s always something new to be seen in the world, photographed and shared.
Thanks for looking today.
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
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)