Lots of images came to mind.
Here is my gallery of descent.
Jet Blue making descent to Baltimore July 2014
How I love being the passenger with a camera in hand. My DIL was driving.
Low clouds and a truck making descent in WV enroute to Hardy VA
Down the slide at Idlewild Park -Michael, Erika and Maura
Grandson Jack coming down the Giant Slide at Idlewild Park
Mark climbing the deer stand in Centerline OHio
Some random Skycoaster riders at Kennywood. Lots of screams
Anna diving into the pool at a swim meet. Descending into the water.
from a previous post – City Sidewalk -paper street steps- 2010 Garfield when I taught at Fort Pitt School
There are wild and elaborate decorations around town and outside of town,but here are a few simple ones.
There are ersatz graveyards in people’s front yards, witches flying in trees,skeletons and cobwebs on mailboxes and Halloween light strung on front porches.
People are going all out. A real Halloween Decoration Extravaganza.
These are a few simple decorations in Pittsburgh and from my sister Mary in Brooklyn NY.
Here’s a giant spider on the South Side of Pittsburgh
Regurgitated pumpkin within pumpkin across from Schenley Golf Course.
Mary sent these from Brooklyn on her phone earlier today
October 29th, Wednesday Afternoon
Funny how the unexpected sight of something triggers a stream of consciousness.
The word Iris, the sight of these Iris blooming made me think of many things.
In Highland Park after school today, while waiting for a poet to arrive to shoot the author photo for her new book cover,
I saw these Iris.
I always think of Iris as the“end of the school year” flower but now I see they bloom in late October, too.
Vincent Van Gogh painted them.
Liane Ellison Norman wrote a poem, ” I Dug Up the Iris” about our friend Dorothy’s Iris.
When I was young, we lived in Montclair New Jersey and walked in the Presby Memorial Iris Gardens named after the founder of the American Iris Society.
So many memories triggered by the sight of their blooming today.
I neglected to add a title/text right onto the images.
Today I went to www.picmonkey.com as suggested on WordPress, found some images that lent themselves to the addition of text and went with the Self-Help Genre.
Not that self-help books really help
Here’s the bookshelf of Cover Art of my imaginary titles.
When one of the grandkids sees something when they’re out and about and thinks-
“oooh, a good one for Grandma’s Blog”, takes a picture to send to me, I like to share it.
Good to encourage their “seeing”.
I told Anna I’ll help her start a blog of her very own. I think she has a great eye. She could start once a week, not daily.
Two years ago Anna took the photo of the pick up truck filled with mannequin legs, headed “to the dummy store.”
I had to look twice at what I was seeing.
The plumes from the Marching Band Bucket Hats, put away until next year.
A new weekly photo challenge will come out Friday afternoon. I posted a gallery of light through crystals already but -
Here’s what I noticed on the way to school ( I didn’t get to the Drive-Thru)
I saw the light refracting through the glass pattern onto my coffee and out the other side of the glass.
I don’t think I was looking for refractions last week prior to the challenge.
This one presented itself.
(And yes, you’re right. The pink and orange is a gift card from Dunkin Donuts.)
One more hour of Wednesday so squeaking in as a Wordless Wednesday. Well, almost wordless.
Don’t seem to be disciplined enough to stick with the Wordless Wednesday, Throwback Thursday on a regular basis.
Friday’s Weekly Photo Challenge is one I enjoy responding to each week, though.
I was reading about how one’s blog is kind of a self-imposed assignment- one doesn’t have to do it at all.
But you get something going and you stick with it. Put it out there.
There’s always something new to be seen in the world, photographed and shared.
Thanks for looking today.
One of my Photography Two students left me a little surprise on my iPhone (which I’d left unattended on my desk)
Uh-oh. Let that be a reminder to keep my phone away in the future. It’s usually in my top drawer.
Sharing it on the blog because I laughed out loud when I found this photograph in my photostream. It gave me pause.
I’ve a set of Victorian Masks – this one is Horatio Nelson 1st Viscount Nelson. It was on my desk, too.
My guess is
1.she saw the mask,
2. she saw my phone,
3. she felt inspired
4. and created this in a few short seconds.
5. Left it for me to find.
6. Never mentioned it.
(Way to go AZ!)
7. I blogged it!
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.