Saturday moring around nine, I was driving through the Strip District and saw green in every direction.
Ahhh, St.Patrick’s Day Parade!
How could I have forgotten. Parked the car and got out in the rain and realized all I had was my cell phone camera.
Everyone was so nice when I asked if I could photograph them. The rain didn’t dampen their spirits.
Twenty-seventh parade !
Ladies of the AOH Auxilary Sue and Marian
Hanging up green merchandise. Love the shades.
The Parade Marshall. He thought I was lost. So nice.
This group has placed first in their category!
Pitsburgh Allderdice High School Marching Band
Mike Feinberg Party Supplies Window
Miniature Schnauzer Winston with a green bandana
First posted in February 2010 and again in 2013. Thanks Timons Esaias Guest Poet
Tim’s Poem Came to Mind as I Admired the Concrete First Time in Two Weeks – Photographed Feb 2010
By Their Sidewalks You Will Know Them
Originally there were eleven Commandments
Moses, perhaps confused by the unfamiliar
snow, ice, and sidewalk,
botched one, and left it out.
But Buddha said that though Life is Pain,
falling on ice is gratuitous pain
and those who cause it, by neglect,
should never escape the Wheel of Rebirth;
and Lao-Tzu agreed, for those who will not
clear the path will never find the Way.
Zoroaster, in the endless war of light
against ice, demanded diligence;
claimed that those who surrender
the public way to the Enemy
have empty souls,
can scarcely be regarded as human.
The Prophet, regarding sidewalks and snow,
is silent; but his sura
Sand Drifting Against the Caravanserai Gate
is thought to apply. The condemnation there
is brutal and eternal.
Plato counted safe sidewalks as fundamental
to the ideal Republic, noting that those remiss
in this clear duty lacked all character;
and his pupil – perceptive, immortal Aristotle-
further declared, famously, that
lack of character
Timons Esaias is a writer and poet living in Pittsburgh. His short stories, ranging from literary to genre, have been published in fourteen languages. He has had over a hundred poems in print, including Spanish, Swedish and Chinese translations, in such markets as 5AM, Bathtub Gin, Main Street Rag, Willard & Maple, Elysian Fields Quarterly: The Literary Journal of Baseball and many others. He has also been a finalist for the British Science Fiction Award, and won the Asimov’s Readers Award. His poetry chapbook, The Influence of Pigeons on Architecture, sold out two editions. He is Adjunct Faculty at Seton Hill University, in the Writing Popular Fiction M.F.A. Program. This poem was originally published in hotmetalpoets.com when it existed.
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Too deep for me.
February 19, 2010 at 7:07 am Edit
Makes me happy that our sidewalks are clear and clean – thanks to Mike!! I couldn’t handle all those punishments! Seems like an almost normal day today!! Thanks for starting it with something special!!! Did Bill mean the snow was too deep – or the poem??!! Either way, I agree! My mind is mush (like this snow will soon be) — been in the house too long!!!
February 19, 2010 at 8:42 am Edit
All tis is great Ruth. It is like your photos and words are a diary of living through these snowy days.
February 19, 2010 at 9:12 am Edit
Too wonderful for … words?? :-) Changes my attitude on shoveling, altho I am already somewhat aware that I smile and feel satisfaction when I get to the concrete! A bit anxious now, tho, about the snow still on the bushes, bending branches low over the sidewalk leading to my caravanserai gate ……! :-)
February 19, 2010 at 9:52 am Edit
There is a special place in hell
where, frozen in ice, only his rear
exposed to Satan’s teeth, he’ll dwell
whose sidewalk’s untouched while his driveway’s clear.
February 19, 2010 at 10:50 am Edit
that is one great photo
February 19, 2010 at 4:27 pm Edit
I know the snow is a pain, but it is beautiful. I enjoy the pic very much.
Self-assignment: Return to the same place and take another photograph.
Did you ever see two photographs where you are to spot the differences?
Photographed December 2010 Where the Rivers Meet (note the Christmas Tree at the Point)
Photographed while at a red light on Valentine’s Day 2015.
On the steps of the City County Building.
This is a bronze sculpture of former mayor (served 1977-1988), Richard S. Caliguiri.
Here’s an article he wrote about facing his diagnosis of the fatal disease amyloidosis.
“On October 19, 1990 a statue of Richard S. Caliguiri was dedicated on the steps in front of Pittsburgh’s City-County Building. The sculpture was made by well-known sculptor Robert Berks. It stands 9 feet tall and is 3 feet wide.”
The light shone on a row of houses in the neighborhood. I was going to my car at the end of a long Saturday afternoon in the gym, watching some of my students perform in the dance, color guard and majorette competition.
I thought about scale again. Size relationships. How the one house close looked big, the sunlit row much smaller.
But that would be for perspective week, right?
(Mirrorless Camera by Sony)
Depth. Going deep. Depth of field. Meaurement. Feeling. Distance. Diving- where depth matters.
Sycamores on Shady Ave
Unknown Diver Needs Deep Water
Forebears in Durand Cemetery, Illinois
Tonight was the annual viewing of the Harold Ramis’ classic Groundhog Day movie. If you follow the blog, you know how much my family enjoys this holiday. (No gifts required)
I noticed in the opening credits how different the 1993 skyline looks.
The updated version will have to be another post. And I’ll need a helicopter ride to capture the same angle.
A screen shot of my computer screen shows the old skyline as it appeared before all the advertisements.
Just two years ago there was an article written by Bob Bauder about this issue- Skyline-defiling signs targeted by council chief. “Harris said the signs, including company names and logos, clutter the city skyline and detract from its aesthetic splendor.”
And author Charles Rosenblum’s blog post Under a Bad Sign- Pittsburgh Architectual Club weighs in on the issue.
This morning I had a photo shoot in Mellon Park and I noticed this new Lost Keys Board. A lot of people walk their dogs in the park and I guess they find a lot of keys.
At home I keep my car and house keys on a key rack somewhat near the front door. School keys are on a neck lanyard.
I try to always put the car/house keys in a certain pocket in my purse. Hmmmmm.
Somtimes I switch the routine, stick the keys in a pair of jeans when I run out to the car for something. Uh-oh. That is where the trouble begins. I have retraced my steps many times.
Anyway here is the LOST KEYS board at the Park today
Here is the image I would choose to put on the cover of a book. Because it makes me wonder.
The title of the hypothetical book is
From the Passenger Window
When I saw what I thought was a wading pool filled with graffiti, I thought I’d return another day and photograph it.
Sunday after coffee, Steve and I drove over to the park in Polish HIll and as I walked closer, I realized it was NOT a wading pool that was decorated with urban art but a place for kids to skateboard.
Here’s a list of skateboarding terms and info about the physics of it but not sure if I am properly labeling this pit a half- pipe or not.
Alas, not a skateboarder in sight on Sunday morning so no action shots.
just few satellite dishes for reception