In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Yellow.”
Yes, they said they threw us a curveball with the challenge for yellow right in the midst of silver and red and green holiday colors. No lemons available in the house.
New York City
Central Park Taxi Cabs
October 29th, Wednesday Afternoon
Funny how the unexpected sight of something triggers a stream of consciousness.
The word Iris, the sight of these Iris blooming made me think of many things.
In Highland Park after school today, while waiting for a poet to arrive to shoot the author photo for her new book cover,
I saw these Iris.
I always think of Iris as the“end of the school year” flower but now I see they bloom in late October, too.
Vincent Van Gogh painted them.
Liane Ellison Norman wrote a poem, ” I Dug Up the Iris” about our friend Dorothy’s Iris.
When I was young, we lived in Montclair New Jersey and walked in the Presby Memorial Iris Gardens named after the founder of the American Iris Society.
So many memories triggered by the sight of their blooming today.
At the Farmer’s Market, I saw bunches of Cosmos and my grandmother Hendricks came to mind.
She used to grow them. I bought a bouquet and put them in a vase.
They just look “old fashioned” to me.
This is the grandmother who taught me to knit. My father’s mother.
When I was at Laura and James house, I took this photo of the tag on the afghan they have in their living room.
Her name was Mary Alta but she went by Alta. I have never met anyone else named Alta.
My appreciation for all things handmade and knit was passed down.
Recently I was led to open the back of her Book of Common Prayer and found this list in her hand.
Here is a list of 26 afghans she knit for others when she was in the Nursing Home in Taylorville Illinois.
I’m Ruthie, Mark is my son and Marian is my Mother and “Roy’s Mary” is my sister.
My sister-in-law Bobbie, sent this afghan below (one my grandmother made) to Laura and James. An heirloom gift
The blue one is the one she made for me. Her knitting is just beautiful.
Guest blogger Marlene, (Mark’s MIL- Erika’s Mom) sent me these photographs of flowers in her garden at the end of June.
I searched for them to put on her birthday post yesterday (What We Share) but couldn’t find them.
Then I remembered – she sent them via iPhone, not email. Spent a bit “loading earlier messages” but was able to find and save them.
Here is her garden and flowers around her house at the end of June. Near Roanoke Virgina.
“All the flowers around my house that are yellow or have yellow in them.”
Now I thought that was perfect for Cee’s Photography Challenge for YELLOW.
Hope I got the labels all right! Glad you had a nice birthday. xoxoxo
An enjoyment of baked goods. I didn’t eat any of these but I am sure we would have had fun together if we did.
Cake flowers from NYC shot last Spring
The enjoyment of flowers (although you’re a good gardener, I like to look at them)
Real flowers and bird eggs
We are fortunate to share the love of grandchildren. That’s the best thing to share. Shared love and laughter.
Have a wonderful birthday, Marlene!
Happy Birthday Marlene.
(And you share a birthdate with my mother Marian VanSickle Hendricks born 1912)
Thursday night I was fortunate to photograph the high schoolers headed to their Senior Prom. Lots of high heeled shoes.
Flip flops for later! not even that far into the evening. There were boutonniérs, too. Everyone looked so nice all dressed up.
Street life of Main Street Fredericksburg Texas by night and by day. Friday March 28. The weekly challenge on wordpress by Cheri Lucas Rowlands is street life. Earlier in the day Should have included the traffic below. Along Main Street Fredericksburg Texas
My friend Kristin and two of her grandchildren
This lone tulip was left out of the water overnight. I tried to revive it, see if it could stand up again. Gave it a drink.
The curved lines seem to repeat.
My dad gave me two of these vases ages ago.
The students have been photographing the white tulips and painting them in Photoshop elements
to make them a color.