Weddings don’t just happen.
There’s a lot of planning, decisions made, deposits paid. And there’s a lot of work by a lot of people. Here are two of those people.
Isn’t it great that when it’s actually happening, there are professionals who have done it many times before and make it a success?
These two men made Jessica and Matthew’s wedding at the National Aviary a success, and guided a team of professionals to make it seem effortless.
Executive Chef Josef Karst ,originally from Germany, prepared a special dish for one of the guests who needed her meal to be gluten free.
(I found a link to a recipe of his for Kaese Spaetzle -not gluten free)
Thanks Chef Josef for letting me photograph you at the reception on Saturday. Everything was delicious.
His years of experience benefit everyone at the wedding but especially the bride and groom who needed to relax and enjoy their special day and not worry about any more details. Thanks to Mr. Pete Bevilacqua,everything was perfect. (he was not in charge of weather!)
Grateful for all they did to make the wedding wonderful and delicious, Bride Jessica thanks Chef Josef Karst and Mr. Pete Bevilacqua
Got up early Sunday and Steve drove me up to Schenley Park and dropped me off early after we picked up coffee in Shadyside.
Had a hat and long sleeves but wasn’t thinking how very hot it would be in the sun all day.
I had another conversation with one of the wives, the quilter and crocheter from Wisconsin whose husband races his MG, I dropped off a flash drive of photos from Friday and asked where the best place to stand and watch and photograph would be.
A nice man walked me down a pathway and suggested the start/finish line. Next year one of the curves!
I spent a lot of time adjusting the camera as the sun came in and out behind clouds. Shady is better.
I met a few photographers and spoke with them about their strategies. Fortunately the cars go eight laps so I had time to try different settings to get the photos of the individual cars. My goal was to photograph the first time racers I wrote about from Friday. Many of your saw the wedding photos of Jessica and Matthew from Saturday so I missed the VGP.
Lauren and her 1956 Turner
202 Perry Genova 1970 BMW 2002 Chapel Hill NC Winner
After the race, waving to the flag waver and the spectators
See more photos on my Flickr as of Monday AM. Will be adding the link then. Lots of car photos
In 1954, Frank Vittor (who has an interesting story if you click his name)sculpted a famous baseball player, Honus Wagner, honoring his contributions to baseball.
The Honus Wagner statue stands at the Home Plate Entrance of PNC Park, Pittsburgh PA. The statue has been in Schenley Park, Forbes Field and Three Rivers Stadium from what I researched before it was relocated to PNC Park.
I posted a St. Joseph the Worker statue in Homestead which was also sculpted by Mr. Vittor
Here is just one side of the base of statue I photographed this evening, of two young boys pointing up to Mr. Wagner on the pedestal above.
They just spoke to me. Maybe it was the way the light made their three dimensions pronounced.
You’ve all heard how valuable the Honus Wagner baseball card is. (millions paid)
Here is what the back of the statue says
(Back of base:)
ERECTED IN 1955
BY THE FANS OF AMERICA
IN HONOR OF A BASEBALL IMMORTAL
A CHAMPION AMONG CHAMPIONS
WHOSE RECORD ON AND OFF THE
PLAYING FIELD OF THE NATIONAL GAME
WILL EVER STAND AS A MONUMENT
TO HIS OWN GREATNESS
AND AS AN EXAMPLE AND INSPIRATION TO THE YOUTH
OF OUR COUNTRY
THE PITTSBURGH PROFESSIONAL BASEBALL ASSOCIATION
RELOCATED BY THE PITTSBURGH BASEBALL CLUB
FROM SCHENLEY PARK TO THREE RIVERS STADIUM
AND REDEDICATED JULY 21, 1972
SO THAT FUTURE PIRATE FANS WILL BE REMINDED OF HONUS WAGNER’S CONTRIBUTIONS TO BASEBALL IN PITTSBURGH.
Pilot John Gillespie Magee, Jr. wrote this sonnet three months before he was killed at age 19, when his Spitfire collided with another plane on 11 December 1941.
Today when I was flying home from Panama City Florida to Pittsburgh Pennsylvania (via Baltimore), I remembered we had to memorize and recite this poem in Mrs. Stewart’s Sixth Grade at Morris Plains Borough School 1963.
True, I wasn’t the pilot but man’s ability to fly is astounding to me.
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hovering there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
First image shot with iPhone The rest shot with a Canon 50D
It was a great day to fly.
Above the fruited plain……..
Shot from the choir loft I was invited down to photograph the couple from the front, wearing the crowns Three times around the altar Jaxon checking out the rose petals A little out of order, Eugenia and her father come down the rose strewn aisle Bridal portrait. Eugenia and I taught together at Arlington.
Flag Day! June 14th.
Started in the year 1895. For history click here
AND it’s my brother’s birthday! Happy Birthday David.
Carolee (David’s wife) sent these photos of my brother David, standing by the enormous elderberry plants.
I’ve been saving them all week to post on his birthday. Thanks for sending the photos Carolee.
Happy Birthday from Pittsburgh- American Flag and the PPG building tonight. love, Ruth
I was downtown at the Camera Repair Service again. Don’t ask. Used a different camera card to experiment and tes.
Here is the delight of the day- (Stef!)
A monumental sculpture by J Seward Johnson has been at PPG Place for “about four days”, the guard said.
But don’t worry. The giant dancers will be in place until October.
Dancing at Bougival (painted in 1883 by Pierre A. Renoir ) is in the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.
Using the 100-300 Canon lens to get a closer look
The reflective glass made for a clear self portrait.
Turned in the Grade Summary Reports and my keys. The room is able to be cleaned now the clutter is gone.
Got the required signatures on my close-out sheet for School Year 2013-14 and took a photograph as I was getting ready to leave.
Thursday and Friday we go to training at another location from 8-3. Three o’clock Friday it will be School’s Out for the Summer.
Here is the room in response to the challenge
A photo of a colleague in an art room upstairs, photographed almost exactly one year ago
An a giant room/gym with the graduating class of 2013 last June, keeping with the school related room theme
(Alice Cooper, Pink Floyd, Al Green, Chuck Berry and Supertramp are featured)
It was a busy and happy weekend with the grandsons staying over two nights, the family wedding on Saturday and some generous neighbors/friends inviting Steve and me to accompany them to a Pirates Game at PNC Park.
It was good to have an activity and a place to go after the kids left, so I didn’t have time to be in a quiet, empty house on a Sunday afternoon or think about going to school tomorrow to finish the grades and end out the school year this week.
We had the luxury of excellent seats (thanks, Rich) and as the game progressed (Pirates lost to Brewers 1-zip which was unfortunate) we were asked if we would enjoy something from the dessert cart. Who knew there was a dessert cart in the suites section of the private boxes? Certainly not us. Steve and I are usually getting those fifteen dollar last minute, last row seats as high as you can go.
Our host treated us to lemon cake (although there was quite a variety to choose from. Tim (in the black shirt and gold tie) described each of the desserts with great flourish and he created sundaes for the kids and added a dollop of ice cream to a slice of cake.
I asked him if I could photograph him and at first there is a bit of awkwardness for about two seconds and then he relaxed and we worked together to get his result.
Thanks Tim. ( and Matt is writing up the check which our host graciously picked up) The desserts are baked on the premises. By Levy Restaurants. I asked!
Tim and our host Rich. You might remember Rich as the local man who discovered a new use for the newspaper sleeve on my 777th post
I tasted the root beer cake. It tasted like root beer.
and a couple of photos from the excellent seats
the rain held off although we got drenched from a cloud burst as we walked to the T (subway)
Great seats today, thanks Rich.
Can you spot the two birds on a wire, watching the game!
As we were leaving with some fellow baseball fans
I almost forgot One of my favorites to watch- the groundskeepers team.
Getting on the T I don’t think I have ever ridden it before but am trying to remember.
Used the 70-200mm lens on my Canon 5D Mark ll.
I had to take the 5D into the Camera Repair Shop on Market Street.
One thing when I take a shot like this, I realize I’m not a persistent or aggressive or even comfortable street photographer.
I remained unnoticed and now wish I had taken more angles as I think about it in retrospect.
One certainly wouldn’t want to interrupt the intense concentration.
A do-over. Redo.
Second chance on a single frame telling a story for the
Thought this a good story for the Split-Second Weekly Photo Challenge although I am in a gray area as it is to be a
single frame telling a story.
Uh-oh. If the creator (Shane Francescut, Toronto Street Photographer and Blogger) of the challenge is grading the entries, mine will not meet the objective.
But how often are you in the company of unicyclists?
I was down at PNC Park photographing the prom goers and two nice guys drove by on unicycles. They cycled past me, and as I was photographing them from behind, the guy in the yellow shirt gave the thumbs up and looked back at me and unintentionally gave me what looked to be an “uncomfortable shot” when he lost his balance momentarily.
They stopped and talked with me for a bit and I asked them stupid questions about their wheels. Steve and Daniel. Thank you! And I bet I am not the first person to ask them goofy questions-
These were SERIOUS unicycles. Unicyclists are well balanced they said. I asked if I could blog them and they agreed. Steve on the left. Daniel on the right Ouch Thumbs up sign, all is well. Getting back on the unicycle. Check out that tread. I was just wondering how different people get involved in different activities. I am sure I would not even be able to get on one and make it go.
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!)
Drama where you find it.
Rule one. Get out of car to compose better shot.
Such a great light and I was lazy. Sitting in the driver’s seat. Had to turn around because Larimer Avenue was in the process of being blocked off for some kind of light up night festivity last Saturday afternoon.
Why oh why did I not get out and take more than these two shots? The white on these roofs was so nice.
and in case you are wondering rooves is obsolete I thought about it. Plural of roof. Like hoof. Hooves. But rooves is now deemed obsolete.
The white on the roofs of these outhouses caught my eye. And the sky. And the eerie wind blowing as if some storm was brewing close by.
I never saw a zebra this close before. A relative to the horse and donkey. Love that mane!
These photos were taken last Friday at the Food Revolution Day, Pittsburgh.
Zebra foals are supposed to be brown and cream at birth according to what I could google. Depends on the breed.
The hair might be brown but the skin is black underneath?
This one didn’t look that young to me.
But I was so surprised to see the brown color in the light.
Looked brown to me
Thinking about petting the zebra
Reaching to pet the zebra
There! Petting the zebra.
Lots of lines and patterns with zebra stripes and chain link fence. On my way home…..
From the archives-
The sky color grabbed my eye. The painterly quality of the Allegheny River. Lights reflected are a favorite of mine.
You can’t have Pittsburgh city shots without plenty of bridges.
And lit at night? Always satisfying to find the skyline in different moods from different vantage points.
While seeking photographs of my grandson Michael (his sister Anna is going to create a story board) for his First Holy Communion Party on Saturday, I found these two Pittsburgh night photos.
If you’ve been a blog follower for a time you may have seen these two photos from October 2011
Pittsburgh Carrick High School Art Show Opening Monday May 5th. City County Building downtown Pittsburgh on Grant Ave. You can go there anytime this week and see the ceramics, jewelry, paintings, drawings and photography. It looks wonderful.
The art staff along with some volunteer assistants got together on Saturday from 8-2 and set it all up. This is the seventh year for the show.
Tonight at the opening I went upstairs and shot from the enclosed balcony (hence some reflection)
It was great to see so many students, families and teachers and even the Superintendent of Schools, Dr. Linda Lane came and selected an artwork to be awarded the Superintendent’s Award.
And the elegant Miss Hicks came (she taught with us last year and is now at Pittsburgh Roosevelt Elementary)
The statue on the right is Mayor Richard Caliguiri (memorial statue by Robert Berks)
Granddaughters Anna and Maura and Cousin Parker- a junior bridesmaid and two flower girls for their Cousin Victoria’s wedding in June!
Anna found an empty room at the back of the hall and they were dancing and twirling in the available light from the window.
They had been so good watching all the gifts opened and had a moment of feeling free in their fancy dresses.
Cousin Parker dancing in the light
Here they were earlier watching the bride open all her lovely gifts
A favorite place to capture the look of yesteryear but it is tonight. Right now. 2014 from West Mifflin across the Monongahela River.
After being with the family up on VistaView I drove down Outlook Drive. The leaves aren’t full yet and I found a good clearing between two homes.
Propped the camera up onto the passenger window ledge and tried to get a steady shot with a long shutter.
That mill is working all day and night every day and I just drive by for a glimpse a couple of times every year.
I have posted the mill at night a few times but I never get tired of seeing it. Here is it in the snow
And another April shot from a few years ago
The school has been closed since 1980. Joan taught art there.
Built in 1896 and two additions- 1904 and 1931 for the auditorium.
My friend Joan drove me over to Larimer neighborhood to see it Sunday morning. Here she’s looking out the driver’s window at the property.
Joan emailed me an article about the future development of Larimer School.
Larimer School is on the National Register of Historic Places.
Although it seems next to impossible, it is slated to be developed into affordable housing.
We spoke with a neighbor who lives across the street from the property and her niece went to Kindergarten there.
Watching it be restored will please her greatly, as she is tired of looking at the heaps of trash and old tires that have accumulated.
Joan is an artist and is using her iPad to catch images – maybe she will paint from them later
Joan taught in the Art Room on the second floor. You could see an open window around the corner,
When Joan dropped me off at home, I was glad to see the Eastern Redbud tree in bloom in my backyard.
(Thanks Ginny for planting this beautiful tree in memory of my parents, Roy and Marian,)