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Ruth
Categories: Photography, Wordless WednesdayTags: bird, dining room, photography, postaday, stained glass, sunlight, wordless wednesday
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Wordless Wednesday
Two Bees or Not Two Bees
From Joan’s garden. Probably the last bee photos until next Spring. Fancy Cosmos.
St. George Island Skies- Guest Blog
Double rainbow. St. George Island, Florida. Saturday night. .
“After the huge storm- “ from Kristin In Florida.
Thanks Kristin for sharing the gorgeous double rainbows and sunset skies after the storm.
I’m in Pittsburgh but Photographed by Friend in Australia, Guest Blog
Friday night McWalker Yarns hosts a Sip and Stitch Zoom meeting. A great way to connect during the Pandemic. While we were knitting and chatting, we started talking Halloween. One of our participants lives in Australia, so our evening meeting is her morning coffee time. Gayle was saying it will already be Halloween for her at next Friday Night’s Sip and Stitch Zoom meeting. I thought, wait I will don the mask that is on my dining room table. I sewed this costume for my son Mark in the early 80s.
So here I am sporting the ET mask and Gayle in Australia photographed me and sent it. With her gracious permission I am sharing her photo of me.
I “met” Gayle through the Woolswap program she runs, as well as many other knitters around the world, sharing fiber, creativity and inspiration with one another.
It’s me. You can see my knitted shawl peeking.
A Stand Out
Grandmother, Her Sisters and Friends
Grandmother second from right Aunt May left center 
Durand Illinois. early 1900s
My son Mark found my mother Marian and her brother John in the photos. My mom was born in 1912 so this photo must be about 1914.
Bee on Purple Asters
Bee photography in my friend Joan’s garden has been an interesting experience. Joan keeps two hives of bees. When we walk through the garden she knows which bees are hers. When I left the first time she gave me a jar of honey
My return trip to Joan’s I took her a hat of apple butter. As we sat outside, I was determined to photograph a bee on the purple asters. The bees wouldn’t land for long and my hand wasn’t that steady, coming up with lots of blurry shots.
My mother loved asters. Joan said last year she inadvertently cut them down to the ground thinking it a weed. And look at the gorgeous flowers now.
City Stairs Renovation on the North Side
October 15, 2020
October 16, 2020
In 2011 I posted about the City Sidewalk Stairs. And again in July 2018
CITY STEPS IN PITTSBURGH.
from July 2018
”Pittsburgh has more public staircases (800+) than any city in the United States. The City’s steps connect communities and provide residents access to transit and other amenities” http://pittsburghpa.gov/
Garfield The Steps to Ft. Pitt School
Sidewalks can be steps, too.
Book by Bob Regan Photos by Tim Fabian 
Pittsburgh topography requires innovation- how to get from the bottom of a hill to the top. And in 2010 the snow covered stairs students climbed to Ft. Pitt School.
Author Martin Aurand’s book describes the formation of the topography of Pittsburgh’s hills and valleys. The Spectator and the Topographical City examines Pittsburgh’s built environment as it relates to the city’s unique topography. Martin Aurand explores the conditions present in the natural landscape that led to the creation of architectural forms; man’s response to an unruly terrain of hills, hollows, and rivers. From its origins as a frontier fortification to its heyday of industrial expansion; through eras of City Beautiful planning and urban Renaissance to today’s vision of a green sustainable city; Pittsburgh has offered environmental and architectural experiences unlike any other place.”
Got Grease?
Unable to find an online presence for this business, you’ll have to dial the number on the back of the truck.
That is if you’ve got grease you need to be removed. I envision them sucking out oily grease from restaurant kitchens?
I would have happily added their link to this post. I was behind the truck at the stop sign and snapped a fast pic of the unusual truck.
Definitely looked like an oil truck. The musical Grease kept coming up in my search.
Silent Sunday
Lost Toy at the Reservoir
