Photographed on iPhone from the school parking lot.Carrick neighborhood. Pittsburgh PA.
A grilled cheese sandwich cut in triangles.
Snow on a bench in Rockford Illinois
Cobblestone Road off Centre Avenue, The Hill District
Folding Chairs Bloomfield Little Italy Days
Jane’s Carousel Brookly New York
Lampost and Freedom Tower New York City
Barge Through Brooklyn Bridge
Chambers Street Station New York City
Remember the Spring-like November Day I posted Tuesday with the thirty degree drop in temps predicted?
Well, it’s more like a forty degree drop two days later-
in the park, late afternoon.
Cashmere fingerless gloves.
Thank you SB for the loan of the luxurious gloves. I’m still warming up the rest of me.
My hand looks a bit like “The Claw” in a horror flick but the cozy gloves were so welcome on my chilly hands during the photo shoot in the park.
Schenley Park tree.
Just a couple of weeks ago. The setting sun coming through the leaves.
No school today on Veterans Day. Spent some time outside before the threatened polar vortex arrives.
Happy Third Anniversary Lala and James love Ma and MIL Ruthie
In the Highland Park fountain. It was late in the afternoon.
Leaves swirling, their shadows moving along with the water flow.
Almost looks like a sidewalk, the stone bottom. It was hard to show the depth.
Leaves in water are different from blowing around, they’re stuck to the surface, weighted down.
I watched them for awhile, waiting for someone.
When I came home from school on Friday, I found the unraked leaves with raindrops on the undersides of some of them. I saw the orange tree leaves glowing like embers, with the water drops at their tips.
My driveway needs to be raked.
But if it were raked, I would have missed these jewels.
The heart shaped leaves are from the Eastern Redbud tree.
the fronts of the leaves are wet all over. The backs of the leaves, the water beads up.
Below, a single leaf on the Eastern Redbud that Ginny planted as a memorial to my parents. A lone water drip at the tip.
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.
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.
Sunday morning I met my friend and her son to photograph his senior pictures at the boathouse where he rows.
It was foggy and felt like fall.
I could hear a tugboat chugging along the river but could just make out the lights. Not even an outline.
Getting down to the river.
Pretty thick fog.
You can see the lights of the boat.
Can’t see the bridge
Sun and light, reflections.
Ohio River Reflections