Columbus, Ohio. Holiday weekend with the family. St Patrick Church.
Easter Vigil Saturday evening. The first portion- the Lucernarium.
To photograph a religious ceremony or not. That was the question. Someone was firing off electronic flash.Ugh.
I was trying for minimal camera shake. Being unobtrusive. Limit myself to a few shots.
It was really dark. Just candlelight. And the light of the bonfire from which they lit the Paschal Candle.
After everyone processed into the church, I stayed back and photographed the lilies on the table with the bonfire in the background.
And Donald and Marlene, Erika’s parents were inside the church a bit of a blur.
A woman in front was a blur, too.
Granddaughter Anna coming into the pew. Then I put the camera away in my bag and zipped it so I wouldn’t try to capture the ephemeral smoke from the incense.
Seven readings and psalms and intermittent prayers after each reading, all the altar candles are lit, the lights come on and as the Gloria is sung, the church bells peal and the sanctus bells ring and ring and ring.
And that is just the beginning…..
As I arrived, I noticed sunlight.
It’s been pretty gray around here. Twenty four days until Spring.
Saturday morning, I did a model shoot and my fashionable client gave me permission to post her shoe photos.
It’s not always easy to get a perfect shoe shot.
We collaborate, experiment, try new things and these came out nicely.
I was sporting my Dansko Confetti clogs so marvel at the design of these fancy shoes.
She walks in them with ease and elegance.
(Shot with the SONY mirrorless)
Hot heels on ice.
It was Jack’s idea. Take a picture of him tossing his sock monkey in the air.
This weekend I got to be a useful grandma and help watch the younger 3 grandkids while Anna and her mom went to Cincinnati to a swim meet.
The bonus is I got to practice photography- catch motion, suffed animal mid-air, press the shutter, experiment with the new SONY mirrorless camera. Get a sense of the timing.
The kids were in jammies and ready for bed.
But hey, let’s throw stuffed animals in the air! Maura got the groundhog up and his shadow appeared on the wall!
Two hour delay for school this morning. Teachers to report on time or as close to it as they can, safely. I was making it!
I drove by “the find”. but when I got to the top of the intersection by school, I turned around on the snowy hill and went back and captured what I saw in the trash.
Snow on a discarded cat tree started my day.
The snow on the cat tree shapes caught my eye.
Across the street( from my second turn around) I saw these windshield wipers standing at attention.
Then on the way home from school, I thought I’d see how my favorite tree in the nearby park was looking with the snow on the branches. Looks identical to my other photos of this particular tree in the park when it snows but I felt happy it was there.
I like it when a color photograph looks black and white
The snowman was a bonus and I even got out of my car and trudged through about 6 inches to find him with sunglsses, branches for arms and a carrot nose. As my friend V, who had been shoveling earlier, said “The snow is perfect to make a snowman.”
How the light changes throughout the day. When I got home, The Mary statue I rescued from someone’s trash a few years ago had a halo of fresh snow. She was painted by the puppeteer, Laura O.
Our Lady in the Snow
One of the first images I captured with the new mirrorless camera when I was out in Ohio with the family for Christmas.
Granddaughter Anna with the reflected light from an iPad, no other light.
The shortest day of light in the year. No wonder everyone is wrapping tiny lights around bare branches, plugging in cords, and flipping the switch to make it bright.
Pulled over to capture the giant Santa and a car sped by
Old School Blow Molds, Illuminated
The Toy Soldier House
Friday night the Metropolitan Museum of Art is open until nine.
We saw the tree lighting and walked through some of the major exhibits to check out others.
(the Christmas tee is another post, stay tuned) The Holiday Sugar Sculpture of the Museum was fun to see.
The Metropolitan Museum of Art at Night
the line up of hot dog vendor carts was colorful in the dark
Because it was raining, I just got the fountains looking like this. Didn’t want to stand in the rain.
Information in the center of the lobby. You could smell the magnolias.
View from an upper window.
The museum in sugar outside of the cafeteria.
Credits to the pastry chef Randy Eastman and his assistants.
I try to keep up with my sister as we head for the subway. It was still raining. The magic of wet pavement.
Millvale, PA is just across the Allegheny River. Steve and I eat out at Grant Bar Grant Avenue some nights.
If you follow the blog you’ve been to Millvale with me, Jean-Marc Chatellier’s Bakery for Brioche, Esther’s Hobby Shop, Attic Records, the high water mark from the floods.
While chatting with Mary Ann, I asked if I could photograph the ceramic holy water font where this package of fuses got placed. Just as it was.
When Mark was finished with his conversation, he concurred that I could photograph this find. Thanks Mark and Mary Ann.
My neighbors invited me to accompany them to the Carnegie Museum of Art for the opening reception of Storyteller: The Photographs of Duane Michals. The exhibition was curated by Linda Benedict- Jones and is quite impressive, requiring a return visit to take the show in when it’s less crowded.
In the Hall of Sculpture after the remarks, i was standing on the lighted glass floor and so were three others. Our 4 pairs of black shoes with the light coming from the floor below.
Photographer Martha Rial and I had our phones out, capturing the pattern. I call it One Shiny Shoe.
Where the light comes from below
Here is a man looking closely at the photos of Andy Warhol and his mother Julia.
When I got to the refreshments table there were a few grapes
Some of you saw this on FB already but here I am in the Hall of Architecture under the artwork “The Piano” by Chilean Artist Sebastian Errazuriz
I asked a random museum goer if he’d take my photo. He’d already taken a selfie under the 800 pound piano.
When I showed this photo to the high school students, they said I was crazy to stand under it. I said, wouldn’t it be funny to have a tall ladder and some hedge clippers? They groaned.
Mark said it looked like I was in a Looney Tune.