Whether it be flowers in a garden, a rainbow in traffic, or colorful cake mixes on the store shelf.
The color is what caught my eye!
Unsure about actual consumption, though. Here’s how I came to see these boxes of cake mix……
After school, I drove down to the Waterfront to get gas, stock up on provisions. Lunch items to take to school.
Target was right there and I needed more wonderful 8GB Flash Drives that are still at a low, low price. The ones they keep by the checkout line so you can load up as you head out the door. Must be an old shipment as the ones up front are two dollars cheaper than the ones in the electronic section in the back. (Hope I didn’t clue them in and they change the price!)
Now you might already know if you follow the blog, I really don’t like to
eat anything blue
(with the exception of fresh blueberries)
but those fakey blue raspberry popsicles?
Just looking at blue food/icing gives me a shudder down my spine.
But if you need to bake a Smurf cake, the Blue Suede mix might be your answer.
I can definitely see some of these colorful cake mixes as the basis for art/photography projects.
And from what I read on Charm City website, “Our inspiration comes from everywhere: art, fashion, fabric, furniture, architecture, landscapes, science, music, and history.”
iPhone shots of the cake mix shelves
Inspiration for the colorful cake mixes, created by Duff Goldman
Blue Suede Shoes by Elvis
Found at least 3 Pink Cadillac songs
Natalie Cole, Jerry Lee Lewis
And Prince won an Oscar in 1985 for Purple Rain
Trombonists of The Best Damn Band in the Land of The Ohio State University.
“It is one of the few all-brass and percussion bands in the country, perhaps the largest of its type in the world” wikipedia
TBDBITL is in the media a lot lately, most of it negative and all of that mess is being sorted out but-
Just look at what happened after the Ohio State Swim Club Swim Banquet.
Today as we left the McCorkle Aquatic Pavilion we saw this fine group of band members headed our way.
Now if there are four steadfast and loyal fans in Ohio, it is my grandchildren. Even Michael our native Floridian in his Orange and Blue.
Jack did his rendition of “dotting the i “and taking a bow which gave them a chuckle.
Then Jack (a native Buckeye) asked if they could play Hang on Sloopy (Wes Farrell /Bert Russell 1964 song) and they complied. As they played, Jack did the motions O-H-I-O with his arms and body.
What fun. A cool memory and experience for us all. but especially the kids.
Michael sporting his U of Florida colors
The scarlet and gray plumes had to be covered in plastic due to the rain.
Jack’s swim towel served as a banner as the trombonists posed with the grandchildren.
The Ohio State University band members received iPads yesterday that have an app that will have the formations that they execute so masterfully. Of course I had to ask how they learned them so well and it used to be charts on paper. Now it will be on iPads.
Four years ago the kids marched to the drums at the tryouts and I posted a blog about that in August 2010 so some of these trombonists were at that very tryout I photographed.
And here they are in concert last year so no watching their amazing marching but it’s the song
Looking up into the skylight, I saw this very interesting sculpture during my layover enroute to Florida. It’s made with plastic SOLO cups.
I read there are three other skylight art installations but I am returning through Baltimore.
As I write this post at almost midnight, I can hear the music still. Eddy Teach’s Raw Bar.
My friend Kristin and I walked by tonight. And of course I had my camera.
They were playing Rocky Top (Tennessee) originally recorded by the Osborne Brothers in 1967
A few months ago, I was knitting a little baby blanket which called for 4 skeins of yarn. My granddaughter Anna loved how the blanket felt to her touch.
She asked if I could make her a blanket. A big one. Certainly.
Eleven skeins later (and a lot of time sitting in the knitting bag, not being knit) summer break from school and a few long swim meets ( I perfected knitting a toasty blanket in 90 degree weather by draping it on an adjacent chair) the handknit blanket got finished!
I was returning home today (Tuesday) and completed the final stitch at yesterday’s swim meet. Phew! Anna would ask me how her blanket was coming along. I promised myself, I wouldn’t start another new project until this one was complete.
When we got home, Anna put it in the washing machine and sat and watched it for awhile. She set it for “quick wash” and then it had to be dried. it’s 100% man- made polyester (I know some knitters will disapprove it’ s not made with natural fibers )
But she said she didn’t like it, she LOVES it!
What else could a grandmother wish?
Monday night at the washing machine. Watching the time.
Tuesday morning. Piano practice.
The blanket reminds me of a chenille bedspread from the 1950’s. It is soft and squishy. Because the yarn is variegated, the color falls in random splotches.
Bernat Pipsqueak Yarn, Color Sittin’ Pretty
Pattern is the old basic dishcloth. Knit on the diagonal
Cast on 4 stitches.
K 2, YO, Knit to end. Repeat until half your yarn is used.
Then to decrease. K 1, K2 together, YO, K2 together, knit rest of row. Repeat until last four stitches then bind off.
Across the nation there were parades, memorial services, taps sounding in cemeteries, and specific names of friends and family on Facebook, asking for us to remember a lost friend, family member and soldier.
I received these two photos from my sister where she is visiting friends, south of Albany.
Mark’s birthday was today so his tribute was up for most of the 26th but didn’t want Memorial Day to pass without a post acknowledging it.
Some of the service member names engraved in bricks.
Twenty four notes. Taps.
The Origin of Taps, The Bugler’s Cry by “Jari Villanueva, a former ceremonial bugler at Arlington National Cemetery”
(General Daniel Butterfield- July 1862)
My school colleague, Robert Baltos shared his memories of Allen School
Once upon a time there was a grade school in the Allentown neighborhood of Pittsburgh. This is a picture of my third grade class in 1956. Dwight D. Eisenhower was the president, there were 48 stars on the American flag and we were able to walk to school thanks to Dr. Jonas Salk. It is odd that sometimes I can’t remember what I did a few days ago but my memories of this wonderful place are forever intact. This was one of those photographs that my mother saved for me. I suppose that it is fitting that while I started writing this that I realized that today is her birthday. She has since passed on to her place in Heaven. I have looked at this group photo many times and I am able to recall most of the names of my classmates. We followed each other to junior and senior high school. Since then, I have never seen or heard from the majority of these people again. At the time this class picture was taken, air-raid drills were commonplace and we were convinced that World War III was at hand. Little did we know that in the not-too-distant future that some of the Class of 1966 would end up in Southeast Asia for our “senior trip” or that a young senator from Massachusetts would become our next president and be murdered in public several years later.
The teachers at Allen School were special people, the likes of which we will never see again. The teacher at the center of picture is Miss Helen Laucik, our physical education and health teacher. Like all of the teachers there, she was full of energy, ideas and compassion. She always reminded us to take care of our teeth and our feet, both of which she assured us that we would miss in our old age if we didn’t heed her warning. Mrs. Demming was our history, writing and music teacher. She predicted that there would be a currency called the “Euro”, warned us about the proliferation of socialism here and abroad and that much of what we consume would be someday be manufactured in places like China. Miss Bash was our mathematics teacher. Contrary to what some of the “experts” with their phony PhDs believe today, rote memorization of the multiplication tables and proficiency in long division, fractions and other basic arithmetic was absolutely necessary and you weren’t leaving her class without those basic skills!
Allen School closed in 1961. The students actually took their books and belongings from the desks, walked up the hill and placed them in their desks in the newly built Grandview School. However, Grandview could never replace the physical building of Allen School. Today’s architects could not imagine or duplicate such a place. On the other hand, bricks and mortar are just that. Miss Laucik, Mr. Kelly and a few others made the move that day too and taught there for many years afterward. Whey they left, they took the remaining spirit of Allen School with them. Oh, I almost forgot! Mrs. Bennett, thank you for being our librarian and teaching us how to use the Dewey Decimal System! I have a copy of the first book that you helped me select from the 600 aisle. “The Boy Electrician” by Alfred P. Morgan.
(Mr. Baltos is the third one down on the left. He still has the striped shirt!)
If you follow the blog for a time, you notice my friend, the top commenter, Sue Reinfeld.
Her daughter was married in a beautiful ceremony Sunday afternoon at Stone Manor in Middletown , Maryland.
Steve and I were glad we could share in the happy celebration. We left for home (Pittsburgh) as the sun was setting.
Mr. Kyle Kline Art Teacher.
They were in a hallway so it was difficult to get a good angle to show them at their best.
What a cool project, Mr. Kline!
At the Manchester Craftsmen’s Guild on the North Side/
When I looked into the courtyard I saw this scene
ABBA II Used Cars in McKees Rocks Pennsylvania- Nobody Walks? But where are the cars? Seems a lot of people aren’t getting the ABBA connection either. So I am editing and leaving these questions for the viewer. No one noticed the lot was empty although it was apparent to me when I took the shot and it made me laugh.
1/28/14 Tuesday Afternoon