Pattern. This week I actually took a few photos to respond to the weekly challenge instead of sifting through the archives.
It was a wonderful Mother’s Day with an unexpected trip to meet the family at The Wilds in Cumberland OH but stay tuned for that post. No time for uploading tonight. Using the iPhone camera tonight, looking around the kitchen for patterns. Came upstairs and saw the afghan on the bed. Impromptu pattern photos.
Traffic pattern- coming back from The Wilds we were totally stopped on Interstate 70 around Zanesville.
China pattern. I used to like the idea of mismatched china. Service for 12 in twelve different patterns. It was an idea.
Silver Pattern. My grandmother’s Moonglow and some random pattern in my drawer. Used to be you would select a silver pattern when you were getting married. Lots of couples choose stainless these days.
Knitting, Sewing and Smocking Patterns from yesteryear- another life. I used to do all these things when the kids were small. I still knit.
Pattern in Nature
A Chevron pattern- the crocheted afghan that a coworker’s mother made for my mother. I call it the Good and Plenty afghan.
Pattern in the lid of the jam, sitting on the kitchen table
You can see some wonderful pattern in fellow blogger’s posts for the challenge this week
and see Rockaway Six Months After Sandy at Nylondaze
Late Sunday afternoon, I drove across the river to shop for dinner ingredients and some fruit for lunches this week. The larder was looking a bit sparse. It was either go shop or eat another grilled cheese and/or egg sandwich. M and I had just talked on the phone, earlier in the day about wanting a real meal. She was thinking Thanksgiving like. I opted for meat and potatoes.
At the meat counter I asked the butcher for two petite steaks (on sale). Not too big. It’s funny about meat. Sometimes it actually turns me and I can’t even think about eating it, and other times I am actually craving a serving. It was one of those days of wanting it. Not thinking about it having a face.
Came home and sautéed an organic yellow onion in some Amish butter and then sliced up a box of fresh mushrooms. Baby Romaine salad with Steve’s favorite brown Clamato tomato( I swear they look chocolate) and a drizzle of olive oil and red wine vinegar. Garlic smashed Russets.
After I plated the food, I used the phone to capture the dinner. Feeling ready for the start of a new week, fortified.
Lunchtime lately has been from the students’ cooking at the Carrick Cafe. You’ll see a couple of orders in takeout boxes and containers below. I thought this week’s challenge a fun one to create.
WordPress is hoping for some “offbeat interpretations, mouthwatering photos”. The photos are supposed to be taken with a phone. I got that about half right. Once I started searching I had to just stop as there were too too many images of meals consumed at lunchtime!
I think of lunchtime as a short time, dictated by bells. Here is a lunchtime medley from the archives. Some shots I probably would not have blogged before.
And from the online etymology dictionary
lunch (n.) “mid-day repast,” 1786, shortened form of luncheon (q.v.). The verb meaning “to take to lunch” (said to be from the noun) also is attested from 1786:
But as late as 1817 the only definition of lunch in Webster’s is “a large piece of food.” OED says in 1820s the word “was regarded either as a vulgarism, or as a fashionable affectation.” Related: Lunched; lunching. Lunch money is attested from 1868; lunch-time (n.) is from 1821; lunch hour is from 1840. Slang phrase out to lunch ”insane, stupid, clueless” first recorded 1955, on notion of being “not there.” Old English had nonmete ”afternoon meal,” literally “noon-mea
The Deli Counter at La Groceria Italiana (shot on Friday March the 15th with an iPhone)
Fish Tacos with a fresh lime
Ohio State Fair Food Booth
Star Shaped Peanut Butter and Jelly onWhole Wheat Columbus Ohio
Food Truck Festival Columbus
Steak Salad at Silky’s in Sharpsburg PA
Another shot at the Food Truck Festival
Ahhh, Onion Rings
New York City Hot Dog Carts
Blackened Catfish, Rice and Beans and Cornbread Lunch from the Carrick Cafe
Maura has a lunchtime picnic at Grandma’s House
Lunch at the Museum of Modern Art New York City
Hmmmmm What’s for lunch? says Mar
Soup and Sandwich in Stamford , Connecticut
A Slice of Pizza
Thelma’s for lunch in Roanoke Virginia
Lined up for Fries at the Potato Patch, Kennywood
Lunchtime on Fellow Bloggers Blogs
and Angeline M shows the pans behind a local taqueria in her post
See some greens on Chronicles of Illusions
and after Kayaking around Manhattan check out Wind Against Current
Patricia pretty salad lunches while playing WWF
and a few more
Trackbacks & Pingbacks
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Lunchtime | Jinan Daily Photo
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Phoneography special. The weekly photo challenge I have been talking about it for days. Unable to do it for a variety of reasons. Out of town. Too dark. Many people shoot with their phones. All day, everyday. Don’t think much of it, the photos sit and take up space. They have them in the phone and that’s about it.
This is just a snippet.
Tonight Steve drove us over to Shadyside for 1/2 price burger night at Shady Grove. I’ve added some shots around town I already had in the phone. This is not an attractive time of year to showcase where I live. If you want to see Pittsburgh at it’s best you can check out Francine in Retirement of Frizz in Germany. I take photos of Pittsburgh frequently. This is a collection of the everyday. The Historical Marker is where musician Billy Eckstine lived in my neighborhood.
The snowy park is the neighborhood I live in Highland Park. There are 80 neighborhoods in our city. The edges of neighborhoods are where I drive through everyday to school and across the bridge, over the Monongahela. I’ve thrown in a few you’ve seen before just to round out the gallery.
Last Wednesday’s view of the Highland Park Entrance. The second one is what my driveway looked like! It’s all gone now.
My son Mark sent this to me from his phone today. He was with Anna at an Invitational Swim Meet, Ohio State University - The Bill and Mae McCorkle Aquatic Pavilion to be exact. The text he had written to me with the photo was:
Photo Challenge Reflection.
No matter that the Weekly Photo Challenge for Reflection was the beginning of December. I thought it was fun to receive the photo he took with the accompanying words. He saw that and thought of the Photo Challenge Reflection. And he thought of the blog. It was nice to receive and so I’m sharing it you.
Thanks Mark. (more…)
A friend invited me for a winter supper after school today. A nice invitation as the week was winding down. It was refreshing and delicious.
Doesn’t it always taste better when someone prepares food, sets a table and serves it to you?
Vegetable Soup with Pesto. Bread and Olive Oil. Spring Mix, Tomatoes and Olives with Oil & Vinegar.
Pumpkin Bread and Fruit
You know how Anna (9) likes to borrow her mom’s iPhone and take photos?
She was the photographer of the pick up truck full of legs post in case you missed it.
So I said I would put her photo on the blog but I needed her to explain how she took the photo and I would add that information on the post.
See the second photo. She drew the little symbol- to turn the camera so it faces inward? I photographed her iPhone sketch.
That was how she explained it. Oh yes, she said told me she had mirror goggles. I like how she thinks about composing a photograph.
She enjoyed being guest blogger so much. I think we need to get her a camera!
Guest blogger again today. The blog has been a family effort as of late. I’ve been out here for ten days and going back home New Year’s Day.
Today”s guest blogger is none other than my nine year old granddaughter Anna who shot this scene with her mom’s cell phone from a moving car.
She saw this pick-up truck on the way to swim practice. What I love is that she saw it, got her mom’s camera on the phone going and captured the shot and THEN she texted it to me saying “I just blogged for you”. People write to me and tell me they see something and think, ahh Ruth would photograph this. People have called or emailed suggestions of things to consider photographing for the blog. If I had seen this truck filled with a pile of fake legs in the back
And then there are these moments of serendipity.
I asked her where she thought the truck was going
Her reply “Probably a dummy store.”
Anna has shown me photos before to be on the blog but I said We’ll know when it is right! Today it is perfect.
The holly bush outside provide a few branches. Photo by iPhone.
I have 3 Christmas plates in the Naif pattern but they made it feel festive.
Menu was scrambled eggs with a bit of extra sharp Cabot cheddar, toast. Coffee and orange juice. The tangerines looked beautiful but the taste was a bit disappointing.
Nothing fancy, simple but good. And the individual butter dishes from my elegant friend J in Omaha. They inspire me to entertain.
The grocery store was packed and sales brisk, everyone stocking up on water, milk,bread. Batteries. Toilet paper.
Lots of shoppers dressed up from church and all the store workers sporting black and gold for the Steelers game that was about to start. Carts filled with chips and dip for the football game today, in addition to preparation for the impending storm. The high winds are to start tomorrow.
The power not affected yet.
Later at the gas station I saw a man at the next pump filling huge gas cans for his generator.
BUT as I walked through the meat department looking for the rest of my family, this is what I saw on the floor.
There was no one to ask what this was or why.
A display gone wrong? Deflated? Someone practicing balloon art on break? You tell me.
A guest blog by Mark and Erika and a special nod to a dear family friend!
My son Mark has been wanting to photograph this sign for years.
When you’re driving on the turnpike, it’s fairly impossible. This weekend as they headed to a Chicago wedding, with Erika driving and an iPhone camera, he was able to capture this special road sign for his good friend’s father who bears the same name.
Although Mr. Wozniak doesn’t write comments on the blog itself, I receive the loveliest of emails in response to many of the daily photos as they trigger a memory or story from his growing up.
and since we are talking Polish heritage (see info on the Jacob Wozniak from Indiana who was a wagon painter here)
Erika sent a photo of the wedding dinner from the Polish wedding they attended in Chicago this weekend while I watched the grandchildren. They said is was delicious and served Family Style.
St. Stanislaus Kostka
Gas dependent and running on E is no way to start the day en route to school. So I pulled into the Shell station on Baum Boulevard and watched the tank fill up at 3.95 a gallon- feeling a bit glum about the state of things…yup, I should have gotten the much needed gas the afternoon before the early morning rush.
but then I looked up and saw the UTZ snack truck making a delivery to the little convenient store inside and there was a light on inside the truck. The morning sky, the snack truck, the invitation to play the lottery and skip work altogether? The scene cheered me.
Shot it with the old iPhone 4, although I am seriously thinking I need that version 5, if for nothing else the improved camera!!
You might remember the post where I wrote how I knew I should ALWAYS carry my camera with me. ALWAYS
Friday night Steve asked if I wanted to grab a bite to eat. It was a long day at school. Sure.
We drove down to Park Brugges and the line was out the door. Plan B. We drove to BRGR and at least a 1/2 hour wait. Spoon, no reservation? A table might open up at nine. Okay.
Plan C. Let’s drive to Millvale and eat at Grant Avenue Bar.
We got to the front of the place and it was Millvale Days! Who knew? There was a wrestling ring and ropes and a referee and oh my goodness a Ferris Wheel and games and booths and bands and people. People all over the place. Snack stands and cotton candy trailers and NO camera. Well the phone.
We walked around and of course, I’d left my camera in my school bag. At home. Oh no.
So what’s all the fuss about soup? It’s the cans, man. Fiftieth Anniversary Limited-Edition soup cans.
The article I read said the special soup cans would be available at Target (and only Target, what’s up with that?) on Saturday, September 2nd.
Andy Warhol? Pittsburgh? Tomato soup cans with colorful labels and a pic of Andy himself?
I thought they’d be a nice addition to the classroom, a conversation piece, honoring our native son- Andy Warhol. Laura said they could be planters or pencil holders. I had the poster of the giant tomato soup can in my art room for years. I had in mind to get some although I didn’t rush right out the first day they were available.
This is the shelf display on Sunday morning September 3rd. Another shopper was stocking up and putting cans in his cart. I know now that he must have been frustrated when he went to make his purchase.
There was a sign that there would be a limit on the numbers of cans you could buy but did not specify the particulars or numbers.
Maybe that’s changed by now but when I got to the checkout, the cashier told me that I could buy two of each color. Hmmm. She took two away and put them under the counter and I was left with 5 cans to buy. I asked Steve if he went to Target to look for them and buy a few more as I thought they would be great gifts.
A great souvenir. (and 75 cents!!) Steve went and bought six cans. One of the colors was already gone. There were a lot of cans that were dented and the label was ripped so he left them on the shelf. I wish they weren’t a pop top on the can as they are more likely to be opened by a student who wants to have some fun.
Not long ago, I read an article about the amount of sugar and sodium in a can of tomato soup and that no one should really be eating it but it tastes like childhood to me. Especially when paired with a toasted cheese sandwich in the winter. My mother made the whole wheat sandwiches open-face in the broiler- no grilled cheese for me as a kid, just toasted. I also like to put extra sharp cheddar cheese in the bottom of the bowl so when you pour the hot soup on top it melts……
But I digress…..
The 11 AM shot of the shelf display- iPhone shots today. Just one so no chance to get it sharper as you’ll see in the later photo. I am wondering how they are selling in other parts of the country.
To read more about Campbell’s Soup Cans and Andy Warhol‘s art depicting them, click
And the cans on the shelf at home
I returned to the Target store to pick up photos I took from last week’s 9th grade orientation and thought I would check up on canned soup sales. Here is what I found when I went to look.
The shelf at 5:00 PM Sunday the third of September
It’s an iPhone photo story and the bowl of peelings didn’t come out. This was last Thursday.
Recipe for a summer afternoon.
Generous neighbors with an apple tree laden with fruit- a couple of boxes waiting to be filled. (We filled one.)
A friend to help pick, peel, core and slice.
The crust was butter, flour and salt, a few tablespoons of ice water- mixed up in the food processor, rolled out.
Four open face pie/tarts and one quart of applesauce that looks almost green to me.
We took one of the pies down to the owners of the apple tree and were they ever surprised. I brought one out to Ohio for the family. Along with the applesauce.
Small apples, tart and sweet, firm flesh and delicious. A sprinkle of lemon, dots of butter and light on the cinnamon. A bit raggedy looking but tasty.
And butter! Erika, Anna, Maura and I ate out one Friday night at The Lakes. Good etiquette training, too. The “boys” were at a Cleveland Indians game.
You could really say it glowed-
We spent a good part of the day together, Maura (3) and I. Her brothers and sister at a swim meet for hours.
Got jammied up for nigh time.Then came out into the setting sun with Murphy and danced around in the driveway.
The angle of the sun does amazing things as it prepares to slip away for the day. Had just the iPhone with me.
German Village, Columbus OHIO. Back to the Book Loft on Third Street.
We were headed to Cup O Joe for an iced coffee or something wet. The thermometer said ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN!
And the humidity was right up there along with the temperature. The boys T-ball games cancelled due to the heat.
When I showed the iPhone image to Mark after supper, he called the boys to look at the photo asking them Who would like this picture? They said it would be me.
They looked more carefully than I did. They saw the Stars and Stripes of the American Flag reflected. Because I was born on the Fourth of July, my DIL and son have told the grandchildren how I love American Flags and everything Red White and Blue. A real Yankee Doodle Dandy !
They point them out everywhere we go. It has become a game in the car to see who can find them.
How comforting it is to know that when I’m gone and they see one (sometimes they are 1/4 of an inch on a cereal box) I will come to mind-
They call to me and tell me to look so I can see it. This year one of my birthday presents was a Red White and Blue apron with a flag motif.
Being so focused on the temperature this afternoon and the quick iPhone shot as we left the Book Loft, I did not even notice or see the reflection of the flag at the 12 spot if it were a clock.
What a gift of a reflection, captured unintentionally.
My daughter Laura sent me this photo from her iPhone to my iPhone. She was the one who turned 21 in the Weekly Photo Challenge: fleeting moment post. She’ll be 29 in August.
She and her husband James were walking in Short North, going to Jeni’s Splendid Ice Cream Shop (she had a scoop of grapefruit and a scoop of lemon and blueberries frozen yogurt, cause she told me when I asked.
“James had his usual” Laura said and I knew what it was but had to get the official name of the flavor on Jeni’s websiteThe Buckeye State “Our version of Ohio’s favorite confection. Rich and salty peanut butter yields to the crunch of exceptional dark chocolate for perfect balance. Total comfort for Buckeyes and Buckeyes at heart.”
Anyway, I digress. This is about the pay phone and the missing pay phone.
I remember the days of pay phones and phone booths, a pile of change.
She saw this and I bet she thought, my mom would photograph this! I have photographed and posted a similar scene in Wisconsin in 2009.
It’s fun to receive photos from family and friends. Thanks Laura.
Limiting myself to a single image, shot on my iPhone at school. I like to document their artwork.
Teaching art to K-8 students, I had many choices.
I am posting this first grader’s response to the question What is Your Favorite Thing About School?
Here are some fellow bloggers responses to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Create
Bought from the Farmer’s Market in East Liberty Monday afternoon. In haste. It started to pour. Will get the name of the vendor next week!
Green-tipped straightneck squash and a few baby zucchini. I liked the green-tips which looked as if the squash ends were dipped in green paint.
The sunflowers are a gift from a friend.
This photograph was taken in the art room today on my iPhone. Most of the middle schoolers were on a trip. After lunch I had a few who didn’t get to attend. This wonderful painting was created by a young man named Scott. He painted the sunflowers a friend had brought me.
I didn’t want to leave the flowers at home alone so took them with me to school. They were so vibrant and summery.
Oh, the unexpected surprise of the gift of flowers from a good friend.
Friday after school, I put the bouquet on the front seatand when I arrived at my son and DIL’s home and took them out of the car, my granddaughter ran down the hill of the front yard to greet me and said excitedly when she saw them, “Oh we studied that artist! ” Later in the craft store she picked up a Starry Night Umbrella and told me it was the same artist as the Sunflowers. She’s 8 1/2 and just completed second grade Tuesday.
Thanks for the flowers, friend. I thought it would cheer you to see them in Scott’s painting.
(And that eyeball glaring from the chair is from the cover of a book that belongs to Scott’s classmate and friend, J, who told me he has checked out the photos on this blog! Cool. )
To see other responses to the weekly photo challenge click here