People and windows.
June 14, 2012 Visual Arts Room
Maura and Murphy at Aunt Linda’s
Pittsburgh Firefighter on South Side
Jane and Prem’ Wedding
Beautiful Valentine’s Day Bride
Sea Lion Viewing Window at the Zoo Pittsburgh PA
A sunrise – a perfect beginning.
A baby, just born.
The first page of the dictionary.
The first page of the new calendar.
Once you start, more come to mind.
Beginning= possibility? A new start.
I did not search the archives for beginnings but put the iPhone to use at breakfast-
My Saturday morning.
Here’s the beginning -
The special English muffins a surprise in the Christmas mail from Ben and Susan, thanks
A newly sharpened pencil ready to begin……
a journal entry, a letter, a poem, a novel, a list-
Begin with a single match…………..
While sitting in Pamela’s with Erika’s family I saw someone out of the corner of my eye. I was waiting for two eggs over easy- but pulled out the phone.
When I looked out the window I saw this guy shooting in the alley.
Wondered what he saw.
I have shot the same alley at night.
He was intent. Took his time. Shot quite a few. He seemed to stay in the same spot and did not kneel or step to either side- but I thought to myself that this must be what I look like to others around me.
Note the Pirates Flag at the mouth of the Liberty Tunnel- Red ligh
Of course I posted the Pittsburgh at daybreak and then they call for GOOD MORNING challenge
Some new some from the archives.
School buses arrive at school
Sunrise in the windows of school
Vending machine loading at Hudson River NYC
Behind farm machinery in Ohio
Michael’s Lego man stands in the red light from the sun and he photographs it with my phone.
I got my camera to catch him photographing the scene.
One thing that occurs in the family is the grandchildren try their hand at photography, too. One of Michael’s photos from the iPhone!
My colleague brought me a dozen fresh eggs from her chickens. Thanks S.
I loved how each egg had a date written on the end. I made an omelet this Saturday morning with some Cabot Creamery Extra Sharp White Cheddar. Maybe a tad too much butter. Couldn’t cook and photograph with the cell phone simultaneously. I was told you want “sound” when the eggs hit the pan.
I know the chickens are well cared for and eat organic feed. Fresh eggs make the best omelet. It was delicious. If I were a true photographer I would have made a neater looking one and photographed it again but no one else around to eat the wrinkled one. I went on Google images to see how my omelet fares by comparison and I think it is fine. These eggs are too precious to waste.
Yes, a little too much butter. Eat the toast with jam no butter due to excess amount on the eggs!
Hiding the imperfect folds with the farm grain bread toast. Now to polish the French PepperMill that was a wedding gift in 1974.
The holly bush outside provide a few branches. Photo by iPhone.
I have 3 Christmas plates in the Naif pattern but they made it feel festive.
Menu was scrambled eggs with a bit of extra sharp Cabot cheddar, toast. Coffee and orange juice. The tangerines looked beautiful but the taste was a bit disappointing.
Nothing fancy, simple but good. And the individual butter dishes from my elegant friend J in Omaha. They inspire me to entertain.
Sunday morning. Breakfast at Joan’s. A cadre of colorful windup toys in her kitchen… I asked if I could photograph them. I can’t remember a specific windup toy I had as a child but these all felt familiar and provided a relaxing and fun time as she wound them up and they executed their motion while I tried to photograph them.
Guess they are making a big comeback. I am going to get some for
me the grandkids so I they can play with these adorable windup toys.
They look as if they were dyed with food coloring for Easter.
They are not.
It always feels good to receive communication from your grown up children. The little ding on the iPhone and it’s a photo message from my son. It wasn’t quite like having breakfast together but I enjoyed receiving this before the start of the school day Thursday morning.
Mark was on business in Louisville and took this shot his breakfast at the Anchorage Cafe. I read about this Farm to Table place and Mark said it is worthy of endorsement, “Mom, they make all of their own stuff from local sources.” When I asked him if I could blog his breakfast shot, he heartily agreed. “The Rwandan medium roast coffee was French pressed to perfection.” he told me. “And the chef makes the scrambled eggs sprinkled with fresh ground pepper, topped with two strips of Benton’s Smoked Bacon. The BEST bacon in the universe.” I asked for more info on the bacon.
He said,” it tastes like smoky smoked smoke”. Hmmmm. Hickory. I liked how he sent me the details on the food items. And how he appreciated the chef’s efforts.
Hearing from him makes for a happy day.
from the archives Invitation. Waiting to be selected, a thumb poked into the center, then peeled with ease. Each section eaten separately. Morning citrus. Seedless.
One of the most useful dishes.
Fill a bowl with food.
Pasta, chili, soup.
Cereal flakes or
corn meal mush.
Or in this case, fruit.
You take it off the shelf
or out of the cupboard
and fill it with something good.
Mary and I were entertained for a delicious brunch where this fruit was served (with a side of pancakes and bacon) but doesn’t this look healthy?Seeds or seedless,
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UCONN-Rome dining hall Grillmeister cooking five omelettes simultaneously, while the fillings heat up under the small paper plates we’d each handed him with our filling choices. His cooking skill was something to watch. We had waited all week to get in the omelette line and today was the day. Well worth the short wait. Back to oatmeal tomorrow before we leave.
DeLuca’s on Penn Ave in the Strip District. Varied reviews online and some folks don’t think it worth the wait on a Saturday morning. We did! I had two eggs over easy and Italian toast to dip, some homefries. Everything arrived hot and tasty. Best part was conversation over traditional breakfast in an energetic Pittsburghy atmosphere. Walked across the street to Pennsylvania Macaroni Company and then a chocolate covered macaroon from Enrico’s Biscotti. My friend Tess suggested I photograph the stack of eggs and I asked at the register if it would be okay. Then Tess said, “get the back of the shirt, too.” Good idea. You could spend the day in the Strip with the camera. Lots to see. Thanks Tess.(and Thom, too!)
Sunday morning in New Orleans. Worth the short wait in a line for a seat at a table. One order is three warm beignets. Accompanied by Cafe au Lait. It is traditional. It is delicious. Everyone is ordering and eating them, piled on a tiny plate, covered with powdered sugar. You start your day in New Orleans honoring the necessary tourist ritual and are fortunate you are with a New Orleansean who knows where to park!