but I like this picture. A lot. It makes me happy.
A man capturing his family group on the benches at Central Park Zoo. I’d just come out of the Penguins.
To me, he looks like a conductor of an orchestra, feeling joy as he views the image of those whom he loves.
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…..
A gift to my sister Mary from some friends and neighbors in Mt Vernon, NY.
She wasn’t played with either, just like the italian doll I posted yesterday.
Her white clothing has yellowed even though she’s been wrapped up and tucked away.
I’m still amazed at how different angles and backgrounds create such a varied look.
You can write the captions.
7th Avenue South at Bleecker Street-
A late dinner after a long drive.
Thin NYC crust. Let the vacation begin.
March 21st is grandson John Patrick’s 8th birthday.
Where does the time go? Happy Birthday Jack!
Jack and Henry
Jack at swim meet last summer 2014
Sneaking a cookie from cousin Vicci’s wedding cookie table. (Aunt Linda’s curtain veils weren’t enough)
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.
Laura asked me if I could find Ned. That wasn’t his name when he was purchased in 1987.
She received this Cabbage Patch Premie for her fourth birthday.
I dug around in a closet and found him, a little soiled on his feet and hands. I washed him and then his little outfit.
When I was soaking the doll hands in the suds, it looked as if he was washing his own clothes and diaper.
I’ll take him out to Laura when I visit.
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.
I’m helping out with the grandkids this weekend.
At breakfast, I looked out the kitchen window and saw rays of sun.
Threw a coat over my pajamas, added my hat, laced up my boots, got my camera, and tried to capture some winter sun.
Worried about that groundhog seeing his shadow on Groundhog’s Day.
the edges of the metal decorative windmill
Frost pattern on wooden that didn’t get put inside in the fall
Swing Set Chains, one rubber coated,the other metal.
Serenity – continued. Finding photos to go with this week’s theme has been satisfying. Thanks for looking at today’s gallery of images that feel peaceful in a variety of ways.