Laundry. It piles up no matter what else is going on in life. One week, years ago, I wrote a tally mark every time I did a load. Total 14. Grateful for washer and dryer at home.
Googled to see if I could get information about the blind marathon runner and his guide. I was photographing Laura’s friends @Mile 20, saw the shark run by, anything distinctive, colorful or interesting, runners getting the crowd going. How about this to make you wonder, what is your excuse for not being out there running? Cpt. Ivan Castro and his guide Lt. Col. Fred Dummar up from Fort Bragg, NC received hearty cheers as they rounded Bryant Street corner. Nice article in Post-Gazette about the two Iraq war veterans.
You don’t expect to see JAWS running in a marathon. More Pittsburgh Marathon photos in FB album click on underlined link
Yesterday’s flowering pears prompted me to go out in the backyard this evening, see how the Redbud tree is coming along. Maybe continue with a theme. Lots of tiny buds but not quite open. Ginny planted the tree in memory of my parents a couple of years ago. The tree made it through all the snow and is flourishing. And I look over in the raggedy herb garden and see the feral cat from next door, chewing on some catnip, a perennial that returned without tending. Took a shot but too far away to be interesting. Edged over to the backporch steps and caught the green eyes looking right at me, catnip in front. Some of you may remember a post of the cat from the snowstorm(2-16-10).
Highland Park Reservoir Monday evening, just before dark. Lots of people walking the perimeter in the summer-like weather. A few years ago there was a plan to cover the reservoir but a filtration system was installed instead. Scroll down for two ducks look like three.
One year ago today(4/4), three Zone 5 police officers, Eric Kelly, Paul Sciullo and Stephen Mayhle, were killed in the line of duty. Many city residents put blue light bulbs on the their front porches to honor these men. I noticed a few more blue lights tonight. It’s after midnight and I just drove back from Ohio. What a nice time I had with my family. I was struck by the poignancy of the lighted blue star memorial and the 3 flags my Highland Park neighbors put in front of their home. These thoughtful neighbors did not forget. I thought how their families miss them, not just this anniversary but every day.
J drove me to this little park in Aspinwall, overlooking the Highland Park Bridge. No dogs allowed so she waited in the car. Shooting into the sun, the timing was off, so blocked the sun with a trunk. Plan to shoot the bridge from this vantage point a different day.
Days are longer now. Natural light still shining yesterday at 6:30 PM as I drove from school- teachers had to make up time off for the G20 days. The sunlight through the new library windows so intense it hurt our eyes. The blinds are on order. The bright light a welcome change. Birds chirp in the morning now. The snowpiles melting. You feel a “lift”. Wednesday night I drove down Hampton St. and this house on the corner shone like daylight it was so bright. Unexpected cheery lights
*NOTE to poet(s) not knowing HTML code I am restricted by the format of this blog template and or the limits of Text/Edit from word.doc to Mac? and the poem will not publish in the original format. It is a five stanza poem and the breaks occur after -out. -Way. -human. – eternal. Hence the hyphens for space and breath.
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.
Braving the snowstorm to look for food. This is one we caught, had fixed and returned to wild.
Inches to spare and find the Pittsburgh Parking Chair
Snowing again. Late afternoon walked/trudged down Grafton Hill to the Smiling Banana Leaf for Vegetable Pad Thai takeout, the Walnut Market a couple of packages of frozen chopped spinach to make a pie & Breadworks bread. This little guy caught my eye.
People shovel their car out, drive to the store. Need to park when they return. Captain, folding, white plastic lawn, kitchen, or dinette chair holds the spot.
The shovel handle lets you see it’s not a Black and White photo. 19 inches and drifts much higher. Tomorrow I’ll dig out my car. Couldn’t make it up the hill last night so it’s down on Grafton flats. Looks similar to this shot.
Took my bag into the coffee shop today as I keep reading about all these car break ins and so when I came out I put my coffee down and pulled out my camera to catch this baby shoe by the curb.