In response to Michelle W. Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Grid.”
shot with iPhone this evening specifically for the challenge.
Left the Rehearsal Dinner at Penn Brewery to go across the street to my car. This is what I saw.
The scene was elusive in camera, not wanting to focus, but a spectacular view. I really enjoy night photography and need to make a point to get out more at night.
and below a cropped view with more of the city proper
‘Twas The Night Before Picklesburgh – 35 Foot Pickle Balloon Tethered to Ninth Street Bridge- Pittsburgh
Pittsburgh is Picklesburgh this weekend. It starts Friday.
There will be a pickle juice drinking contest. Mmmmm. Maybe I can get down there and photograph some of the festivities. Heinz Pickles production
When I saw Picklesburgh listed in the news on the computer tonight, I got in the car (about 10:15) drove downtown and put the flashers on. You couldn’t go on the main part of the bridge itself said the nice security man but I walked along the walkway and took a few photos of the giant pickle balloon at night. I just thought there it would be some “fresh content” and a new topic. I hear there will be pickle cookies to eat. All kinds of pickly treat to sample.
We can discuss dill, spears, sandwich slices, chips, bread and butter or sweet pickles another time.
I like pickle relish in tuna salad. Dill spears.
One summer I made pickles when I visited my brother David in Okanogan WA and they were delicious.
My grandmother’s handwritten pickle recipe is in a wooden box in my kitchen.
Two days of Picklesburgh and celebrating all things pickled.
The city at night is always magical to me.
Ninth Street Bridge.
Security on patrol.
A few years ago I got a nice shot of the family looking up at the fireworks. Thought I would try again to improve on it. Some of the shots are strangers Some family.
The canisters sure get launched quickly. I tried to work fast.
Arrived back in Columbus and went straight to the hospital to see new grandson Charlie. Mark and his family (with all four kids) came to visit too and filled up the hospital room fast.
Ms. Stacee Ray keeps the hot funnel cakes cooking. (Yes, that is two e’s in Stacee)
Son Cedric told me he’s the muscles of the operation. I’m sorry I didn’t photograph him for the blog.
Earlier I asked if I might photograph Mr. Ron Ray of Fun’l Frenzy as he cut the strawberries. Knew he would make a great portrait for the people at work series! Thank you Mr. Ray.
Experimenting with camera settings.
Read more about the origin of Funnel Cake here
I stopped at Exit 178- Cambridge and popped into the K-Mart to get a phone cord charger.
Saw these Cosmic Hula Hoops and bought 4 for the grandkids as I was on my way. Had a repeat light writing blog in mind as I drove the rest of the way to Columbus.
So four hula hoops, with blinking lights, plus four grandchildren willing to experiment with light equals a fun night photography effort
They helped Grandma capture a different kind of light writing in the backyard when it got dark outside.
I’d say the first day of retirement was a good one!
We used lightning sticks before which might have been easier to maneuver but not as bright.
All four at once. They were already in their jammies.
If you want to learn to hula hoop you can click here
A few individual efforts and the group
We will try another night.
Still thinking about the Weekly Photo Challenge (motion) from last week
Just a slight blur or the foot
The NYC gallery
McCutcheon hits it
Cross Country Pony Tails
When I arrive in Virginia
Jack makes the bell ring
Michael raises his Gator Hat at the Wooden Mirror- Children’s Museum Pittsburgh
The cheerleaders last fall
Right from school, I drove the 200 miles to Columbus and made it in time to attend the Nutcracker with the family.
We crossed the street after the performance and Maura and her other grandmother and I sat on a bench while the rest of the family walked around the Statehouse, seeing the sites. We were waiting for the line to the parking lot to subside.
We asked Maura which part was her favorite. (“the kids doing the back handsprings” said Anna and Maura said “Me, too.”)
Maura’s response to the Sugar Plum Fairy and the Dance of the Flowers took place right on the sidewalk..
I was wishing I’d brought my camera but had to do with the iPhone.
Oh, did I mention that it was about 55 degrees. Felt like a Spring evening with a chill wind.