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The Running of the Deer in the Middle of the Day

Allegheny Cemetery. Pittsburgh PA. Saturday afternoon.

I had to pull over and put my flashers on and try to catch a couple of shots. 

They ran like lightning. From what or to where I don’t know.

 The structure you see is the mausoleum.

I never saw anything like this herd running.  I missed the first group. 

I cropped to try to give you a better sense of my experience.

     
    
 


Winter City Reflection

On the way home from the airport. Steve had picked me up. We stopped by the North Shore.

I’d just come from almost 70 degrees weather is Arizona and the winter city at dusk was such a contrast.

The beauty of winter.

IMG_4213Lone jogger on the trail along the Allegheny River.

 

IMG_4223Bill Mazeroski runs into home plate for a Pirates win- 1960 World Series

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A bit of snow highlighted Mr. Mazeroski’s shoulders

IMG_4209From the North Shore.


Wordless Wednesday 

 
 
  
 

   
 


Knitting Socks – with a little help from experts 

This post started with Steve bringing me a bowl of beanie weanies for Sunday night supper. 

I looked at the color of the bowl, the sock I was knitting, and the teal of my new robe from Christmas. ( thank you, V- it is very cozy)

  
I try to keep the blog IRT for the most part.  

The last sock yarn I used was for a Sockhead Hat by Kelly McClure Pattern (thanks for the Chocolate and Cherries yarn,Toni). 

Then I thought of all the references I am using to tutor myself to knit socks again. Reading about the knitting is good preparation.

I’d started a pair of socks simultaneously on two circular needles about two years ago. (Thanks for the yarn, Molly) but bought new size one double point needles yesterday to knit them singly. 

I used to worry about “SSS- second sock syndrome.” Listened to Alicia and Natalie on a Mastering the Knits Podcast talk about socks and yarn and more socks and felt inspired.

Also, my long time friend, E, brought me a Christmas gift. A book –Knit Socks! –shaped like a sock -by Betsy Lee McCarthy 

 The two books have exclamation marks in their titles.   

Additional References pictured above 

-The glare of the Round white OTT light -so I can see on a winter night

– Susan B Anderson “How I Knit My Socks”

Susan’s Blog link
-Stephanie Pearl-McPhee   Knitting Rules!

Yarn Harlot link 


Now- 

Now  a photo a day for a week to capture the present.  As it is, right in the moment. The Weekly Photo Challenge. NOW

Lego building. 

Puppies. 

Christmas lights. 

New Jammies. A log on the fire.

   
    
   
   


Thinking of a Friend

for JaneKeeping you in my heart.


Anchoring the Snowman on the Rooftop 

My daughter Laura spotted this scene. We’re in Rockford, Illinois.

I was driving. 

Pulled into the parking lot and she rolled down her window, took a few shots for the blog today! 

   
    
 


Happy Place: Weekly Photo Challenge

Krista Stevens at WordPress challenged bloggers this week with this prompt “Have you ever felt like the world was being a bit too rowdy? Where things and people were pushing in, crowding out your quiet thoughts — the ones that need time and space to surface?”     Yes, Krista, yes. 

My number one Happy Place cuddling a grandchild in my arms, getting them to smile or the growing up grandchildren sitting next to me on the couch, reading a book or playing a game.  Laughing with grandchildren is the best.

And there’s the knitting I go to-another happy place- a form of meditation, the repetition-  but this post shows my kitchen where I can ward off winter chills (or autumn chills) and feel all is right in the world.  (Even if it’s not.)

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First Day of Winter Still Life in My Kitchen

Friends joined me for tea, even though they weren’t in Pittsburgh.

You can see out the kitchen back door window to the back porch and garage, the bare trees.  The shortest day of light.  Winter officially here.

Two dear friends in KY sent a shipment of fancy English muffins and the Fed Ex man delivered them Wednesday afternoon.  It seemed a good time to split one, toast it and spread some butter (with my Grandmother’s silver butter knife) and spoon some apricot preserves.

Went to fire up the kettle to brew tea but I’d burned the kettle dry on Monday so boiled a pot of water to make the tea. Pulled out the camera on the phone to capture the scene

Oranges were on sale 10 for $2 today and lately they were almost a dollar apiece.

A faithful  blog reader in Virgina, C, (and  best friend of a my good friend J in Omaha) made me the little quilted mug mat last year and it was  J who gave me the lidded butter dish another year.  The Botanic Garden mug matches my mother’s cereal bowls.

I was home alone but in the presence of friends and family remembered.  Finding the joy of winter.  My neighbor called to report a vibrant rainbow spotting and perhaps I could photograph it.  i went outside and it was still raining and saw the colored arch across the street.  I photographed it but it didn’t make the cut for posting but i appreciate when people see something and I come to mind. There was thunder and lightning, too.

Yes, that is a stack of woven potholders on the left counter top.


Tulips in the Sun

Last week I borrowed Erika’s pink tulips in Ohio and put the vase outside in the snow to photograph the contrast.

Perhaps you saw that post.

My sister is the one who said, “Buy Spring flowers like the Germans did when you lived in Germany” and I took her advice.

This morning I went to the market to get some fresh produce and a bunch of tulips was 4.99 which I thought was well worth it. They’re from Virginia.

What a different feeling a bouquet of Spring tulips can bring to your spirit.

“We lost an hour of winter”, Mary told me when we set the clocks forward.

This afternoon the sun came in through the dining room window but it didn’t hit the table so I put the vase on the floor to catch the light.

Hope for Imminent Spring could be another title.

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p.s. My sister wrote an early email after she saw the Tulips in the Sun post to ask me   “did you remember to put the 3 pennies in the water?  It make the tulips last longer. Hint from the Brooklyn Botanic Garden.”

Tulips in the sun

and Happy Monday Birthday to my dear friend V. xxoo


By Their Sidewalks You Will Know Them – Guest Poet Timons Esaias- Originally Posted 2-19-2010

First posted in February 2010 and again in 2013.  Thanks Timons Esaias Guest Poet

Sidewalk Shoveled

Tim’s Poem Came to Mind as I Admired the Concrete First Time in Two Weeks – Photographed Feb 2010

By Their Sidewalks You Will Know Them

Originally there were eleven Commandments

Moses, perhaps confused by the unfamiliar

snow, ice, and sidewalk,

botched one, and left it out.

But Buddha said that though Life is Pain,

falling on ice is gratuitous pain

and those who cause it, by neglect,

should never escape the Wheel of Rebirth;

and Lao-Tzu agreed, for those who will not

clear the path will never find the Way.

Zoroaster, in the endless war of light

against ice, demanded diligence;

claimed that those who surrender

the public way to the Enemy

have empty souls,

can scarcely be regarded as human.

The Prophet, regarding sidewalks and snow,

is silent; but his sura

Sand Drifting Against the Caravanserai Gate

is thought to apply. The condemnation there

is brutal and eternal.

Plato counted safe sidewalks as fundamental

to the ideal Republic, noting that those remiss

in this clear duty lacked all character;

and his pupil – perceptive, immortal Aristotle-

further declared, famously, that

lack of character

is destiny.

-Timons Esaias
Timons Esaias is a writer and poet living in Pittsburgh. His short stories, ranging from literary to genre, have been published in fourteen languages. He has had over a hundred poems in print, including Spanish, Swedish and Chinese translations, in such markets as 5AM, Bathtub Gin, Main Street Rag, Willard & Maple, Elysian Fields Quarterly: The Literary Journal of Baseball and many others. He has also been a finalist for the British Science Fiction Award, and won the Asimov’s Readers Award. His poetry chapbook, The Influence of Pigeons on Architecture, sold out two editions. He is Adjunct Faculty at Seton Hill University, in the Writing Popular Fiction M.F.A. Program. This poem was originally published in hotmetalpoets.com when it existed.
This entry was posted on February 19, 2010. It was filed under poetry, Things in the Snow and was tagged with city scene, HIghland Park, photo of the day, photography, Pittsburgh, Poem, poet, poetry, shovel, sidewalk, snow, Timons Esaias, urban scene, winter scene.

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16 responses

Bill
Too deep for me.

February 19, 2010 at 7:07 am Edit
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Toni Kichi
Makes me happy that our sidewalks are clear and clean – thanks to Mike!! I couldn’t handle all those punishments! Seems like an almost normal day today!! Thanks for starting it with something special!!! Did Bill mean the snow was too deep – or the poem??!! Either way, I agree! My mind is mush (like this snow will soon be) — been in the house too long!!!

February 19, 2010 at 8:42 am Edit
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Dorothy
All tis is great Ruth. It is like your photos and words are a diary of living through these snowy days.
Dorothy

February 19, 2010 at 9:12 am Edit
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erica
Too wonderful for … words?? :-) Changes my attitude on shoveling, altho I am already somewhat aware that I smile and feel satisfaction when I get to the concrete! A bit anxious now, tho, about the snow still on the bushes, bending branches low over the sidewalk leading to my caravanserai gate ……! :-)

February 19, 2010 at 9:52 am Edit
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Arlene Weiner
There is a special place in hell
where, frozen in ice, only his rear
exposed to Satan’s teeth, he’ll dwell
whose sidewalk’s untouched while his driveway’s clear.

February 19, 2010 at 10:50 am Edit
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joseph k
that is one great photo
joseph

February 19, 2010 at 4:27 pm Edit
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Bonnie Imhoff
I know the snow is a pain, but it is beautiful. I enjoy the pic very much.


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