In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Off-Season.”
From my family’s basement.
I unearthed some holiday items for the challenge. Shot with the iPhone.
Still thinking about depth. A second gallery for the weekly challenge. What draws your eye into the picture.
Rolling Pins in Mathews Antiques, Ohio
Homestead Stacks through a rainy windshield
Duquesne Incline Tracks from Below
Looking down into the box of Bird Bath Birds at the Antique Store.
Two door windows.
City View from Incline Ride- The Monongahela River
Red Still Life in the Kitchen Photographed with Mirrorless Camera
Portable, lightweignt. Able to fit in a small bag instead of a huge one. Not so bulky.
Interchangeable lenses. A postive review all around.
You don’t always want to lug heavy DSLRs and weighty (but wonderful) glass around your neck.
A phone camera isn’t sufficient as an alternative.
AND there was the bonus of a hefty instant rebate at time of purchase.
I’d been looking and thinking about mirrorless cameras for awhile.
Reading reviews, I thought it would be a Fuji but the SONY a5000 had an affordable 20.1 Megapixel price that seemed fortuitous.
I’m satisfied with the results so far. Will keep experimenting.
My friend Barb collects all kinds of dolls, most from her childhood, There’s a photo of her in one of the pics, holding her doll. She has a glass and wooden cupboard filled with her collection. The reflection makes it tricky to get a clean shot, I looked up Toodles and she is definitely a contemporary from our childhood years in the ’50’s. What do you collect?
After two attempts to get to the Italian Grocery stores on New Year’s Eve we headed to the regular market
We were just driving by on our way to the grocery store and
“Buy Sell Trade” the sign said in the window.
“They look open even though it’s New Year’s Eve. ” “Okay, just ten minutes to look. I’ll wait in the car.”
I told my son.
In a few minutes, he came back to the car and said “MOM, you gotta come in and bring your camera and blog it!”
So I did.
Business owners Josh folding pants while Cope was stitching and opted for No Photos on the blog. Another day.
Do you have a doll with crocheted clothes, right on its body?
Marlene’s cousin made many of these bride dolls and I photographed hers when we were in Hardy. Virginia,
There is a 1951 pattern available for $1.49
Would like to make a gallery of vintage crochet dolls and their clothes if you want to share a pic or two.
Joanne, i know you have that poodle! Are people still creating these? Share your photos.
Look what just arrived from Omaha! Joanne sent her Poodle crocheted by Aunt Angie
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!)