After I bought the couple of items I needed, I had to drive and turn around and come back so I could photograph this sign. There’s a median in the middle of the road and LOTS of traffic so it was a bit of an effort but I knew I wouldn’t be this way again in the near future.
This location is near the Pennsylvania Turnpike Entrance/Exit.
The motel is old school in appearance and it would be nice to include the sign AND the motel itself but too dangerous to shoot from the highway itself so pulled into their parking lot. There was a lot of truck traffic.
Here is a slice of the motel taken out the passenger window.
A GOOGLE car with a big camera mounted the top, driving down an alley way off of Bryant Street.
Collecting images for Street View? Here is information on how the photos are turned into Street View.
I don’t know. You can sure see them coming. By the time I got the camera to my eye they were going.
Headed in a different direction.
I wonder how much the camera costs that is on the top of the car? I looked up LIDAR camera technology.
Above view is the cropped version of the photograph below.
Well, this was one of them. Seriously hot, too.
Millbrae Way is the name of the alley shown and it’s near the historic marker of the Billy Eckstine home on Bryant Street. Born in 1914-Died- 1993. I just went to look up his grave and he was cremated and ashes given to a family member. There are many famous graves in Pittsburgh.
How I went from the signage at the East Exit Motel, to Google camera car to famous people buried in Pittsburgh I’m not sure so will close and post.
Driving down the Parkway West as they call it (Route 376) the construction area provided lots of traffic.
Cars with brakes and I was able to photograph a scene I’ve just admired from the driver’s seat.
Train cars on the tracks were the added bonus.
This is Ellis whom I met in Cambridge Ohio. I thought he was selling eggs. Cambridge, OH on Interstate 70 is halfway between Pittsburgh and Columbus.
I’d pulled into a Cracker Barrel to buy a giant set of checkers and use the rest room.
We got to talking, he told me about the price range for the various brands of balls but I didn’t need any golf balls.
Turns out he was from my neck of the woods. West Mifflin, McKeesport, Duquesne- all in the Pittsburgh vicinity.
He will attend a niece’s wedding and unfortunately that’s the same day as his 60th reunion from high school. Hope I got that all correct, sir. Thank you.
To give you a better perspective on his location- above is a crop of the photo below.
‘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.
I thought it was automatic. An electronic note to me. Six years is a long time. Today’s post is #2132.
Six years ago today I started blogging at wordpress. I thought at least they would send a notice… Congrats on Six Years of Blogging. I’ve seen badges on other blogs for years of blogging accomplished.
I told my granddaughter it was my blogaversary and she said, “What’s that?”
No drum roll, no brass band, waaaaah waaaah waaaaaah, whine, whine, whine,
No one really cares, just me.
This was the first photo I blogged on July 14, 2009.
Murphy passed away and Michael is going to be ten in August.
For today’s 2015 photo gallery I’m posting the grandchildren feeling exhilarated at Kennywood
And a silhouette of the Phantom’s Revenge
P.s. 11th hour update. Thanks WP
And at a high speed!
Yes, it’s a thrill ride. Watching it from the ground with a 70-200 lens, you’re mesmerized.
You wonder why a person would want to get buckled in and subject oneself to the sensation.
Actually they look serene.
I would be screaming, I know.
Here’s a youtube post of the ride in action so you can get a better idea.
I’ve shot a lot of rainbows.
You’re taking the same exit as the truck in front of you with the sign?
What do you do?
Roanoke Route 581 Photographed by Marlene with Erika driving. The truck exited the same direction they wanted to go. They exited too!
He’s flying the 1776 colors.
Happy Birthday to you, Mark.
Seems like just yesterday- May 26, 1976- Ft. Knox, Kentucky.
NYC- Spring Break. Spotted by my sister as we walked by.
They looked even more precarious in person, though, as you stood below and looked up!