Talking about weather and the impact on our lives has taken a prominent role this season.
We’ve had enough of winter here and we’re not Boston. I see their photos of piles of snow to the rooftops. Ugh.
Not sure how they can stand it. What will happen when it all melts?
Dangerous driving, slick roads, walking warily. Ice you can’t see.
Grateful for a furnace and power. Everything seems more of an effort.
Do you “think about size relationships when you look” at the photos?
Going to see what else I can come up with this week, specifically for the challenge.
Jack and Maura at the North Side near the Children’s Museum – Ned Kahn’s Cloud Arbor
Flat Ruthie and Found Friends
My sister Mary, Kristin (Happy Birthday to you!) and Rick with Mona Lisa Mural in Columbus
Cameron’s Hand and His Mom’s
Maura was getting ready to go outside and the accessories were on the floor in a nice light.
The boots, scarf and gloves looked like a still life to me. Their placement.
She’d gotten on the snow pants and coat already.
It was an effort but a successful one.
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.
Right from school, I drove the 200 miles to Columbus and made it in time to attend the Nutcracker with the family.
We crossed the street after the performance and Maura and her other grandmother and I sat on a bench while the rest of the family walked around the Statehouse, seeing the sites. We were waiting for the line to the parking lot to subside.
We asked Maura which part was her favorite. (“the kids doing the back handsprings” said Anna and Maura said “Me, too.”)
Maura’s response to the Sugar Plum Fairy and the Dance of the Flowers took place right on the sidewalk..
I was wishing I’d brought my camera but had to do with the iPhone.
Oh, did I mention that it was about 55 degrees. Felt like a Spring evening with a chill wind.
If You Give a Kid a Camera….
Her view from the shopping cart.
Maura (who’ll be 6 next month) captured her Pap while shopping.
With her mother’s phone. They sent it to me. I asked if I could blog it.
Good one Maura. Thanks for sharing Erika. Here’s the guest blog of the day.
I thought she did well to freeze a moment in time- Saturday afternoon at Costco, after the swim meet.
Looking good, Pap!
Seems as if you were just making your entrance at dawn, not so very long ago. I remember going to school after you were born and how excited everyone was for me. I had just gotten my first digital camera so I could take your photo.
Happy 11th Birthday dear Granddaughter Anna Catherine.
Hope you like the photos I selected for your birthday post. Except for the sock monkey and Henry, it is just YOU this year!
How about that? love you, your Grandma, FF Ruthie
Who knew that I must photograph every sign I encounter?
The trick is to cull the signs and show the most interesting.
BUT I am astounded at how I am attracted to them.
As I kept exporting the variety of signs from different locales, I remembered my travels and who I was with and what we were doing.
Just being out and about I see a ton of signs.
I am going to me more mindful of my capturing them and figuring out why I press the shutter button.
Guess I read them and document what I read.
A sampling of signs-
Chinatown New York City
Greenwich Village NYC
Coney Island NY Sign
Brooklyn Botanic Garden
One of the good things about fall.
It’s a simple dessert. The time of year when the apples are perfect, so fresh
A sign of fall. Apple Crisp.
If you want to be inspired with Apples Galore, stop by Rufus’ Food and Spirit Guide blog.
I peeled a lot of apples(10), sliced and chopped and put them into a buttered 9×13 glass dish.
Cut a stick of butter into 2 cups of oats (we skip the flour) some salt and about 1/2 cup of brown sugar. Just hint of cinnamon, not to overpower the apples.
Crumble the buttery oatmeal crumbs over the apples. Bake about 50 minutes.
Marlene adds a cup of cranberries to her apples and that makes it nice and tart with the contrast of sweet.
(and a little salty caramel or vanilla ice cream on the side- or even mint, eh Maura?)
Oh no, I didn’t photograph the fragrant apple crisp as it cooled or when it was dished up on plates with the ice cream.
We just ate it!
My friend G, visiting this weekend, spoke of a fountain with two elephants in a park near Short North in Columbus. Goodale Park, surrounded by Victorian Village.
I’d never seen the fountain or the park and so after breakfast , I asked my daughter if she knew of the park with the two elephants. Sounded like a good blog post to me. (Thanks, G)
Not only did she know how to drive to Goodale Park, she said, “James and I had our engagement photographs taken here”
when we got there and were reading the memorial plaque for Dr. Lincoln Goodale, the first doctor to live in Columbus who founded Trinity Episcopal Church downtown where she and James were married almost 3 years ago.
Laura and I had a had a lovely time walking through the park and she told me that the perimeter is a mile around.
The last Sunday of summer was a perfect day.
The granite and bronze fountain with the pair of elephants (2011) by Malcolm Cochran, OSU Emeritus Faculty
Another view of the pond and fountain.
A tall tree-
My father was really good at identifying trees, knowing their proper names, looking at the leaf shapes, the bark.
How I wish I’d paid better attention when I was young.
The park is noted for its wonderful and varied tree collection
We saw Catalpa Beans but don’t eat them!
and the asters were my mother’s favorites. I was glad to be able to tell Laura that as she held the asters so they didn’t blow around in the strong wind. (Aster is the name of the colorway of wool I am knitting Laura’s cowl)
Laura was right, that the sign was hard to read. But you can read it below.
Here’s the bust of Dr. Goodale
Dr Goodale, the founder of the park.
A man and his dog in the park