My neighbors invited me to accompany them to the Carnegie Museum of Art for the opening reception of Storyteller: The Photographs of Duane Michals. The exhibition was curated by Linda Benedict- Jones and is quite impressive, requiring a return visit to take the show in when it’s less crowded.
In the Hall of Sculpture after the remarks, i was standing on the lighted glass floor and so were three others. Our 4 pairs of black shoes with the light coming from the floor below.
Photographer Martha Rial and I had our phones out, capturing the pattern. I call it One Shiny Shoe.
Where the light comes from below
Here is a man looking closely at the photos of Andy Warhol and his mother Julia.
When I got to the refreshments table there were a few grapes
Some of you saw this on FB already but here I am in the Hall of Architecture under the artwork “The Piano” by Chilean Artist Sebastian Errazuriz
I asked a random museum goer if he’d take my photo. He’d already taken a selfie under the 800 pound piano.
When I showed this photo to the high school students, they said I was crazy to stand under it. I said, wouldn’t it be funny to have a tall ladder and some hedge clippers? They groaned.
Mark said it looked like I was in a Looney Tune.
Friday afternoon I drove a colleague to the Strip District to pick up her car. It was raining. She’d gotten new tires.
At the red light, down Herron Hill, I saw a Life Size Chipmunk making her way to the intersection to cross Liberty Avenue. (The same spot I saw the groundhog scurrying under the cars.)
Oh that’s right, it was Halloween.
Office Party? Chip or Dale? Alvin? A leftover from the Furries
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.”
Thank you Jack W. and Joe W., a father and son and two dear friends and followers who are like family.
You might remember the beautiful winter scene Joe W shared from Central Park.
Here is the same location early October.
Shot from the vicinity of the Plaza Hotel at 59th Street.
Thanks Joe and to his dad Jack for sharing them with me.
and a reminder of how beautiful winter can be even when it is treacherous to get around in the snow and ice.
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.
I love it when the family calls on FaceTime or SKYPE. Makes them seem so much closer.
I should crop me out of this one but I took this photo by pressing the home button and the top button.
Granddaughter Anna was speaking with me via a device as her Mom looks on.
The light on her face seemed so nice.
She wrote to me and sent the photo of the sign below.
Thanks for your contribution to the blog today, Tanja.
“My summer vacation I was in Istria, in a small town called Bale and I attended at the Jazz Festival. During the festival, a small cafe near the place where the festival was held, had put the sign in the front of the cafe. The sign was something that I have never seen before so I took a photo. Maybe you will find it interesting too.”