My grandmother, the one who taught me to knit, crocheted this antimacassar or doily. I stitched it onto a plain velveteen pillow. It’s at my sister’s.
My father Roy J. Hendricks (b. 1912) is the boy standing on the left. Uncle Alan Ray Hendricks(b.1916) is the baby on my grandmother’s Mary Alta’s (born Feb 7, 1892)lap. My grandfather is standing, Floyd Merle Hendricks.
I was a passenger in my friend Bev’s car and she noticed the sign.
And other icicles around town
Lawrenceville Post Office Sacred Heart Church St.Jude Parish
Below 2010 blog post Icicle on Josephine Street
Sixteen years ago I wrote When I left Tess’s house after Book Club, the snow and streetlights created a dramatic winter scene. She pointed out the giant icicles on the neighboring house. Walked to the corner and took a shot but just not enough light to make them interesting. A car came down the hill. I was able to catch some of the light from their low beams as they backlit the giant icicles that almost touched the ground.( Well, the deep snow covering the ground). The term chiaroscuro surfaces as I look at the shading now, the darkness, the light. An article about the use of it in photography Lighting is All About Chiaroscuro explains what I was trying to achieve with the use of available light. The car’s lights timing saved the shot.
The wrought iron railing on my steps going into my house, captured snowflakes when it was snowing lightly this morning. It was so cold they froze right on the metal. No two snowflakes are alike.
A famous snowflake photographer from Jericho, Vermont was Wilson A. Bentley. (link to a bookof Wilson A. Bentley’s amazing snowflake photographs)