Inspiration. Show what inspires you.
Vivaldi, Van Gogh, a bookcase full of poetry and another full of cookbooks.
There are those family and friends who love and encourage me. The new baby.
But I needed a single photo tonight. Now! A single image as a response to Krista’s WPC.
I rummaged through archives. There were no trumpet concertos calling to me.
When I went to the fridge for some cold water there it was! I found the new gold foil package of Irish butter, purchased earlier today and sitting on the shelf calling to me. I felt inspired.
I added the eggs in the Pyrex bowl and the little bottle of vanilla extract my friend J sent at Christmas.
The box of raspberries.
I’m out of lemons but wish I had one to add. A slice of toast.
iPhone 6 shot in my dark kitchen with the side light by the sink illuminating the Irish butter still life, not the overhead lamp- too much glare.
Steel Drums in the High School Band Room
I’d never looked at a Steel Drum close-up
Georgia on My Mind Sheet Music on the stand
Listen to The Girl from Ipanema played on Steel Drums
Another Era. Captured in music. 1972.
and a memory of a great concert EXILE on Main Street featuring the ROLLING STONES at the no-longer-existent Civic Arena.
The warm up act? says Stevie Wonder on the link but I thought he said Martha and the Vandellas.
(from Rich, the doll collector’s husband.) His memorabilia collection
Almost a wordless Wednesday.
Santa on a Bicycle, Holy Medal Vending Machines, Random Selfie at Rockefeller Tree and Cakes for a Friend
There are two machines. The one on the right took Euros but was unlit.
A choir was singing O Holy Night and that’s the soloist image on the flat screen.
Random people taking a selfie in front of the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree
Christmas Window Photography by Woman in Blue
Happy Birthday dear friend, from Magnolia Bakery window on Bleecker Street.
Ben Huberman’s challenge of the week. He says, “Photos are visual spaces where shapes and lines, objects, and people come together.”
And what classic photo from my Pittsburgh archives could I choose, except where the Allegheny River and the Monongahela River converge to create the great Ohio River? Three Rivers!
Anna and Lala converge at james’ parents’ farm
Ocean and sand converge at sunrise. St. George Island, Florida
Double Yellow Lines converge at Little Italy Days in Bloomfield.
Railroad tracks appear to converge even though we know they are parallel. Ohio.
Perhaps this one is for MERGE where the traffic attempts to converge
Geometric lines of light, Market Square. CONGREGATION kinetic interactive video art installation
The Beatles song Come Together comes to mind
I had to look twice at what I was seeing.
The plumes from the Marching Band Bucket Hats, put away until next year.
My friend Ann has no trouble throwing things out.
These items, ignored for such a long time, need to be thrown out.
Reading this post might be like my neighbor says- “Watching paint dry.”
Slated to get a much needed new furnace installed and an updated electrical box-
so the pressure’s on to clear the place.
Buying new lights to illuminate the boxes of junk was a start.
My problem is I think about all the different lives the things represent. Matthew suggested photographing the junk.
I was able to get another one of those construction bags filled to go out to the curb. Two bags of items for donation
But a dusty electric skillet lined with probable-poison-coating when heated, no lid or plug? Immediate disposal.
Remaining plastic groceries from the little yellow shopping cart with the orange wheels, a tea party cup from at least 30 years ago. Half a wooden lemon, a fake muffin. Garbage.
A little felt elf, found in a Christmas tin. My mother used to put these on our stairs, wrapped them around the banister.
Probably purchased at a Church Bazaar in the 60’s. He was looking at me. Couldn’t throw him out. His sequined eyes looked at me. Better than that Elf on the Shelf.
A ratty basket in the shape of a duck and old badminton racquets. Easy to pitch these.
Will I ever need these parts in this old cigar box?
Mark’s old trophy. Erika saw this on FB when I posted and said it was a great item to stay in Pittsburgh!
I don’t even have a record player anymore
I don’t even remember who gave this to me
And then I found my dad’s old trench coat, black gloves in his pocket.
I washed it, hung it out. It had a presence as it hung on that hanger
Going to donate. Steve said he’d wear it. Made me feel a little less sad but I think it is too big on him.
Laura rhymes. Yellowed paper booklet . Yucky.
Old workboots. Owner unknown.
It’s just 30 seconds long. Not sure if the link will work.
Steve and I took the grandchildren to Harmarville to BOWL on Saturday afternoon. Just looked up the history of bowling and never knew the Ancient Egyptians bowled.
The lanes we bowled in felt pretty wild.
Michael and Maura put their hands over their ears for some of the rocking video tunes
Music videos are projected on screens over the lanes and spots of disco lights all colors, swirl and flash.
A total sensory experience. Stimulating, for sure. (Perhaps overly so)
Even the size numbers glowed on the back of the shoes and the bowling balls seemed to glow.
Three out of our six bowlers were left handers! I think it is a lot harder than it looks. All in all we had a fun time.
(Photo lightened a tad so you could see their faces)
Steve, originally from the Akron Ohio area, is a natural bowler. :-)
Photographing at night is one of my favorite things to do.
The city looks the most beautiful at night.
I scanned just a wee portion of my archives to get a representative sampling.
Nighttime- quiet, dark. Sparkly, twinkly too as I seem to shoot a lot of lights.
Anna and Maura and Henry getting ready to go to sleep.
The city lit up feels magical to me. Every November they have Light Up Night
Goorin Brothers Hat Shop on Bleecker Street, New York City
Inspired by my son-in-law James. A bus on Bryant Street in Highland Park
Chinese New Year Table.
Reggie Howze playing the saxophone on the Roberto Clemente Bridge
Love to photograph the decorated Christmas houses at night.
St. Paul Cathedral – Oakland Pittsburgh
Balloon Man at Little Italy Days in Bloomfield
The barn at Bobbijo and Tim’s wedding.
I posted this or a similar one for fire and ice. Definitely nighttime
Getting a sandwich late at night. The sandwich with the french fries and coleslaw right on it.
The Greyhound Bus station at night in Pittsburgh