Makes me think of a crowd and my blog theme- ” place with a trace of humanity”
You know how I love coffee. That one wonderful cup in the morning.
This morning I receive a text from a colleague who’s teaching art in a different school this year.
He texted where to come for coffee in East Liberty. Zeke’s. Huh? I couldn’t picture it in my mind.
Zeke’s Coffee on Penn Ave at Highland Ave. Only 1.5 miles from my home. I found it easily once I made the left turn onto Penn it was right there all the time.
And I’ve driven 50 feet from it several times a day and not turned down that particular block on my route.
Today was the first time I was introduced to the locally roasted delicious coffee. And they’ve been there since 2011!
I bought two bags for friends and family to try and my car smelled like a roastery when I got home. Mmmmmm.
Owned by Chris and Tom (who were out at Farmers Market selling the full one pound bags of their beans that they roasted themselves) In fact that’s how they started at Farmers Market and now they go to NINE of them. ( I looked it up and there was no apostrophe in Farmers Market)
I met Brye the baker (wife of Chris) and Alex was the barista and operated the register. I asked if I could photograph them for the blog and they agreed. Steve and I plan to return in the morning when they open at 8.
A November day, three years ago, my sister Mary and I were visiting the family in Ohio. She was walking with her two great nephews and youngest great niece and Murphy the Airedale (RIP Murph we miss you) to greet Anna as she came home on the school bus.
The adventure may not seem epic in scale compared to some of the other entries, but when you’re almost 3, 4+ and 6, walking the dog and riding scooters down the block to welcome your big sister( 8) home is pretty exciting.
I like the feel of the wind, the weather, the line of the five of them, making their way to the bus stop at the end of the road.
Last Spring my sister and I went with Erika’s parents, Donald and Marlene as they were shopping around for a camper or trailer for their retirement.
Here is what we found at one of the RV Sales Lots.
I can’t add it to my “Urban Madonna” collection as it is just north of Columbus, Ohio so more like
“Country or Rural Madonna”
But look what I found this morning on the way to school. (And yes, I pulled to the side of the road)
I was behind a workman’s truck and saw the silhouette.
Pulled over to the curb, mindful of the time, knew I could wait a minute. Parking brake on, the hill’s steep.
The school bus
and then two students walking to our high school.
Turning onto Brownsville Road
School bus coming down the hill
I was hoping for some separation between the two but not this morning.
I took the first shot as I sat in my car, stuck in a long line of unmoving traffic, waiting for the zoo goers to drive out and find their way home.
Sigh. Camera on the passenger seat, a full stop.
I went home and changed and came back out and had to return the same route.
No traffic the other way, thank goodness.
I pulled over to photograph the hillside yard of sunflowers with the late afternoon sun coming through.
Now it is not the same as my friend Joyce’s field of sunflowers in Provence but they made me feel happy to look at them and I realized they didn’t have to mow that pesky steep hillside front yard.
and the Sunflower front yard from across the street when I was driving the opposite direction a bit later
Three years ago I photographed men playing Bocce under the Bloomfield Bridge on a regular Bocce Court.
And again at Little Italy Days last year.
Today after school, I was in Groceria Italiana picking up some ingredients for dinner and I saw the street closed off again and the men playing Bocce. The big tournament of matches is this weekend, teams competing against one another, the final matches on Sunday.
The gentlemen I photographed today said to get their picture today cause they wouldn’t be playing too long before being eliminated. One of the men was in a photograph I put on the blog three years ago. They were very gracious and remembered my photographing before. Looked it up right there on my phone and found the post with his photo.
This afternoon turned into a photographic study for me, anticipating the release of the ball, I forgot to go right home and make dinner I got so engrossed in watching.
The balls reacted differently depending on the direction they were thrown, due to the grain of the astroturf which is NOT the usual surface played upon.
Farther back to give the feel for the length of the court.
Trying to get as close as possible to the little white ball at the other end.
And the photograph from three years ago on the Bocce Courts under the Bloomfield Bridge. Moonrise over the Bocce Courts. The gentleman in the photo above is third from the left.
I need to gather up my knitting bag, the computer bag and the camera bag- pack the suitcase- load the car. And the grocery bag with the sock monkeys that the girls helped me stuff but still need to be handstitched. The eyes embroidered. The tails attached.
I’ll be heading home in a few hours. A 3 1/2 hour drive. Just can’t sleep.
The Summer unstructured time has been grand.
Although I’m up at four today, setting the alarm for 5:15 is going to be the tricky part. Getting up tomorrow for the familiar drive to school. The freshman will come on Friday so that gives me a couple of days of clerical time and Prof Dev meetings. All students start on Monday.
Here’s the pastry case and breakfast from Sunday’s brunch at La Chatelaine after church.
Happy Birthday Laura.
(Didn’t Erika coin your nickname, Lala? )
What is the definition of a “lap dog”?
A dog who is able to sit on your lap.
Penny is a lap dog.
I am so excited you are here in the Burgh. Good timing on the wedding weekend so you get to come to Pittsburgh.
You always called it CLOUD CAKE.
We’ll add some fresh berries and ice cream.
Without the shades this time. Thanks. love you lots.
Happy Birthday dear daughter. Love. Ma