Wanted my student teacher to be reassured that her recommendation was mailed in by the deadline!
View from the Art Show. Murray Avenue.
After we picked Mary up at the train we ate Saigon Soup at Tram’s in Bloomfield
Maura’s old shoe. When I moved it the grass was a lighter green.
Submarine sandwiches are called lots of things – depending on where you live.
A grinder, a hoagie, a sub, a hero, a blimpie- to name a few.
Last Sunday afternoon, I filled up the tank in Clintonville, Ohio before heading to Pittsburgh and saw this sign.
A new name or a typo? Well,no typewriter was involved but a misspelling? or intentional naming of a new type of sandwich.
Shot from inside the car through the windshield. With the iPhone.
My DIL said, why didn’t you go in and ask them. Never occurred to me.
You head to the garage and see your car another shade, coated with road salt, winter splash and grime. Crystals and slosh.
There was salt shortage this year so the secondary roads didn’t always get treated. You’d never know there was a shortage to look at the car.
You try to not rub up against it. On a dry, warm day you make your way to the gas station car wash.
While you’re sitting in the driver’s seat, you watch the car wash water stream, soap, bubble, spray.
You see drops, drips, rivulets, sheets of water in patterns across the windshield.
Capture it with your phone.
You head to the grocery store.
When you come out you can’t find your car because the color of paint is showing again, without the salty haze. Unrecognizable. Clean.
Pittsburgh has some steep streets. I plan to find them and photograph them when winter’s gone.
A friend posted an info-graphic Steepest Streets in America. The top ten. Two are in Pittsburgh.
Dornbush Street and Canton Avenue.
This street headed up to Brownsville Road is a steep one. It is also a one way so I didn’t drive up it.
On the way to school the other morning…
The sidewalk turns into stairs and has a railing the whole way up. It isn’t on the info graphic but you know I’m on a mission to find the two steepest Pittsburgh streets listed and photograph them for the blog.
In the early ’90s we used to drive down a street in Mt. Washington that looked like you were driving off the end of the world. Three kids strapped in seat belts in back. We’d go around again, they’d lose their stomachs and we’d pretend we were on a roller coaster.
The list of the top five steepest streets in Pittsburgh -and one is in the Carrick neighborhood where I was driving.
Excerpt from Frontiernet.net below-
- Canton Avenue is a 37% grade, and is in the Beechview neighborhood. It is the steepest street in Pittsburgh.
- Dornbush Street is a 32% grade, and is in the East Hills neighborhood.
- Boustead Street is a 29% grade, and is in the Beechview neighborhood.
- East Woodford Avenue is a 27% grade, and is in the Carrick neighborhood.
- Rialto Street is a 25% grade, and is in the Troy Hills neighborhood.
I went and looked up the info about Steve McQueen driving in Bullitt and what street that was in San Francisco.
Taylor Street is not in the top ten but here is an interesting post about the making of that famous driving scene.
Although the sun was shining, the thermometer dipped enough to cause schools to be closed today. In fact, they were calling it Arctic Blast. We weren’t in as bad shape as Atlanta, though. What a mess.
A friend picked me up, drove me down the hill to Park Bruges Café where I ordered the Lemon Cheesecake for dessert, serious comfort food. We used to work together but don’t see each other often so it was fun catching up. You can see how the sunlight streamed into the window where we sat.
Forty years ago my sister gave me a set of Farberware Pans. They have seen a LOT of use.
Mary’s coming to visit for the weekend and I was trying to get the dark burned- on grease off the bottom of the pan. I only noticed it as it hung on the rack, thinking about how she keeps her Revere Pans’ copper so shiny as it hangs over her stove in NYC. I solved the problem of not being able to get it all off. Tried some internet remedy with vinegar but it didn’t quite work so this is what I did so the bottom didn’t show. What I should post is a photograph of the bottom so you could be horrified but the idea is to camouflage the undesirable pan bottom.
It was quite dramatic.
iPhone captures today.
It’s a Guest Blog today. This gallery could be a good writing prompt, too. You know there’s a story. Probably more than one story.
And you know when someone sends me photos and they say they saw something and it made them think of me and the blog, it’s a nice feeling. Marlene (Erika’s mother and Mark’s MIL) wrote from Hardy, Virgina with the accompanying photos she took on a walk with Donald.
Glad you had your cell phone along on your walk, Mar.
“We saw this fireplace chimney in the woods so we ventured up the hill. There was a stone outline of where the old homestead was. There were a bunch of mason jars all over so we figured kids with moonshine would sit around the fireplace and drink. Way behind the chimney we saw another old house. So we walked through the leaves to the other house.”
“After checking out the side of the house I walked around to the front door and there I saw the front door was padlocked.
It was so funny because the exterior wall was missing on the side.”
Thanks Marlene for the gallery of the old Homestead in Virginia,
The last of the Christmas gifts of fruit.
Starting the day off with refreshing citrus- Ruby Red Grapefruit from Texas.
I don’t use it often, but dug out the old grapefruit knife to loosen the sections. The best part is squeezing all the juice into the spoon at the end.
A sunrise – a perfect beginning.
A baby, just born.
The first page of the dictionary.
The first page of the new calendar.
Once you start, more come to mind.
Beginning= possibility? A new start.
I did not search the archives for beginnings but put the iPhone to use at breakfast-
My Saturday morning.
Here’s the beginning -
The special English muffins a surprise in the Christmas mail from Ben and Susan, thanks
A newly sharpened pencil ready to begin……
a journal entry, a letter, a poem, a novel, a list-
Begin with a single match…………..
The girls and I came to Laura and James’ for New Year’s Eve. It’s a sleepover.
Waiting for the new year to arrive. We started out enthusiastic. Winding down now. Ninety minutes to go.
Who will be able to stay awake? I’m knitting a Christmas gift hat for Steve and hope to finish before I leave for Pittsburgh tomorrow afternoon.
Penny is excited the girls are here. Loving the attention.
Vacation is winding down. We’re down to just hours left. The rest of the family will be over for lunch Wednesday and then I get in the car and head east.
Anna (off camera to right) getting Penny to do a trick while Laura and Maura watch.
Penny sporting the New Year’s Crown
Still awake and ready for 2014. What time is it? We’re waiting………………
No resolutions made yet!
One more dog post. There’s been a lot of dogs watching TV on my blog this season. And it’s been kids and dogs while I’m on vacation which is fast coming to a close.
We’ve all missed Murphy, the gentleman Airedale, who passed last Spring. Such a well mannered fellow, and loved dearly.
Erika keeps asking me when I am going to knit Henry a sweater.
He’s still a pup, exuberant and finding his place in the pack, making his way into our hearts with his humorous antics. He’s trying to figure things out.
He certainly likes being with his family where the activity is happening. And did he ever relish his new bone. (Laura asked if it came from a Wooly Mammoth.)
The handy iPhone camera, pulled out of a pocket. catches a moment without my leaving the family room seat or putting down my knitting.
There will be tomorrow to speak of the last post of the old year, bring in the new year- making resolutions or not.
Hmmmmm I wonder if I could bury this outside.
Please let me out with this giant bone.
And Henry eyes Maura’s horse
And then eyes me!
A p.s. to today’s blog
Henry’s breakfast Time for grandma to go home
Spring weather and sixty one degrees.
Winter weather and 30 degrees. The wind kicked up
A significant drop.
We were headed out to see the Nutcracker Sunday afternoon. The car window offered this view.
I really wanted to grate some fresh nutmeg again.
As I left Ohio for home, I stopped off at Kroger and saw this in the dairy case. Thought I’d give it a try when I got home to Pittsburgh. My mother used to make homemade eggnog before anyone talked about salmonella and the risks of consuming raw egg. Mark feels the same way about mayonnaise. It just disgusts him.
Goes down easy for me. Comfort. Silky smooth.
I grated the wonderful little nutmeg that has the most intricate design inside. Maybe the eggnog needs some more fat in it.
Lowfat eggnog? One good thing about this particular brand is it did not have that fake-o rum flavor.
And now I’m settling down for the winter’s nap to rest for the last week of school before the break.
The little hand painted glass is from that fun gift shop I blogged about , the shop in Lawrenceville named Divertido
Yes, the nutmeg kept just fine on the shelf in a bag. I love looking at the interior design of it. And the smell of it when you are graing it is so inviting. The eggnog intoxicating without a drop of spirits.
What I saw when I got to my car after school-
Photographed in the school parking lot.
All I did was change the angle of my phone camera within a few seconds of the first shot.
Two photos are un-retouched
I’d gotten home from school, opened the door, put my school bag down. When I went back to close the door, there was this face- asking. Asking to eat! This is one of the two feral cats who were my neighbor’s kittens, one of the two we were able to capture and release after having them neutered and given a rabies shot at Animal Rescue League- four years ago now.
Remember my neighbor Ann P. had a clutter, clowder, pounce of cats. I had to look that up as I was thinking “colony” not herd or gaggle. (click here to see what other animal groups are named under collectives.) Ann P (90+) passed away and we were able to get two of the four young cats taken care of and those two are still coming around. Don’t know what happened to the other two.
This one has a particularly expressive face. (iPhone shot) I call it Long Tail. The other one has no tail and I call it Bunny Boy but granddaughter Anna calls him Bob which works as he was born without a tail.
After school, I was knitting at Ann’s again.
Her hydrangeas contrast with the turned leaves caught my eye as I left to go to my car. A balmy temperature and a gorgeous Autumn light. Unseasonably warm November afternoon.
While sitting in Pamela’s with Erika’s family I saw someone out of the corner of my eye. I was waiting for two eggs over easy- but pulled out the phone.
When I looked out the window I saw this guy shooting in the alley.
Wondered what he saw.
I have shot the same alley at night.
He was intent. Took his time. Shot quite a few. He seemed to stay in the same spot and did not kneel or step to either side- but I thought to myself that this must be what I look like to others around me.
Are you a back, side or stomach sleeper? Anna texted me and sent this photo and said the lion is lying the same way as Henry (Airedale Terrier) Maura (almost 5) her sister, asked her other grandma if this is how she sleeps!
See the different positions and suggestions at the Mayo Clinic site about sleeping positions. Back sleeping is supposedly good for back pain relief but not so great for snorers.
Photographed by guest blogger, granddaughter Anna (10) , at the Columbus Zoo Wednesday afternoon. It’s always fun for me when my family contributes to the blog effort.
Last week I was teaching the HS photography students about the Rule of Thirds and even made a grid on a transparency so they could see the lines splitting up the picture frame , get the idea. Information on how they could compose the strongest photograph by knowing about this concept of composition.
The Rule of Thirds comes to mind immediately when I look at Anna’s photo. And she wasn’t even in the class.
So went to check out The Lion Sleeps Tonight, original by Solomon Linda 1939 but covered by many famous singers and groups
Point Breeze Corner
Braddock Ave Near Penn Ave
Just last year they had new Fall arrivals- see post
None of these are stellar shots, but the collection of random sampling – what I see when I drive around the different parts of the city, makes for an interesting hodge podge.
What do you see where you live that catches your eye today?
A fun series to receive on the phone from my son Mark.
Looks like a depth of field exercise, too.
This is a “leaf bug” or katydid. A relative of the grasshopper and also called a bush-cricket in some parts of the world. Looks like such an interesting creature and is the perfection of camouflage.
Thanks Mark for sharing your Katydid and Kids study. love you. Mom
Can you see him/her?
Can you see him/her? Probably snacking on the foliage.
My artist friend J gave me a dozen stems of dried Allium from her garden.
J knew that they’d be great for pictures.
The kids enjoyed arranging them and taking photos of the outer space orbs.
After school I tried putting one into a glass globe my neighbors had given me (minus the crazy centerpiece, which has since been trashed).
The top flower had broken off from the stem but didn’t take away from the dried flower end.
The round glass globe creates some interesting effects in the images. I see that you need to plant bulbs if you want Allium in your garden next Spring.
I’d always wondered what they were when I saw the tall purple alien- looking flowers.
Some of the flowers were gigantic. The stems are called scapes.
And if you want a recipe for scapes, (which aren’t available now but you can plan ahead for next season) check out recipe from Bartolini Kitchens Chicago John’s calling for “6-9 garlic scapes“ or Rufus Food and Spirit Guide for Stir Fry with Chicken, Zucchini and Garlic Scapes
My food blogging friends know allium well. I just didn’t know what they were named. Shot with iPhone.
Crossing the street, a long block from school. I saw the doe cross first and sure enough she was followed by her two young ones. They were not afraid of me and took their time crossing Parkfield Street. Someone’s back garden was probably breakfast.
Since the family is visiting , Erika wanted to see her longtime friend Liz. We drove out to the country today to see Liz and her family’s new home and all the hard work they have done (continue to do) to make it spectacular. During the house tour she shared her attempt at Bonsai.
She made us smile. It can’t be easy.
I should have asked her more about it but the little brown growth had a prime spot in a sunny window in the kitchen, even though it had seen better days.
Not sure if she took a workshop or class.
Here ‘s a link to the Brooklyn Botanic article on Bonsai Small Tree, Big Heart by Julian Velasco
And here is one of the photographs of a Bonsai tree at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden I took in June when I visited my sister.
Probably more what Liz had in mind. Bonsai means “planted in a tray” and the definition and history is here