Incline by Daylight

Started Saturday at Sheraden’s Pancake Breakfast where Marianne is Kiwanis President.  It would have been the daffodils in the milkwhite vase and the syrup bottle still-life, a plate of pancakes.  Then drove north to Westview to document the  33rd Annual Eggmaking in West View.  Multiple batches of fondant poured onto marble slabs, turned with what looks like giant putty or plaster knives, each egg dipped in a giant bowl of chocolate, left to dry on wax paper. A 25 pound bag of Domino sugar in the trash.  Or today is grandson Jack’s third birthday and I washed all of his Dad’s and Uncle’s LEGO I finally found on the third floor. All color and suds photo in the farmhouse sink.  This photo caught as the  Duquesne Incline headed to the bottom station,freight train running under, shot from the gravel lot on Carson Street.

The usual view can be seen on the link listed.

Night Light in Harmony, PA

Poetry Reading Bottlebrush Gallery Friday night.  The gallery has a special function on the Third Fridays. Thirty miles north of Pittsburgh, on the Washington Trail is Harmony PA. Timons Esaias and Ziggy Edwards members of Pittsburgh Poetry Exchange were two of the readers after the music.   Platters of  fancy cheese, salami & pickles, cranberry bread, Yuengling and Yellow Tail.  A full list of artists and craftspeople on the site- blown glass plates and Raku bowls, hanks of handspun /handdyed wool, jewelry , felted items, gorgeous shawls. art dolls. Furniture made from a walnut slab.  Hand dipped beeswax candles.  Maintain single lane. The Harmony Museum in the white brick after the gallery.

Available Light  small town  rural town. Harmony PA.  Washington went through this town
Bottlebrush Gallery & Shop The Harmony Museum just beyond on right, National Historic Landmark

Trees Before Leaves

J drove me to this little park in Aspinwall, overlooking the Highland Park Bridge.  No dogs allowed so she waited in the car.  Shooting into the sun, the timing was off, so blocked the sun with a trunk.  Plan to  shoot the bridge from this vantage point a different day.

Before the trees sprout leaves, sunlight through the branches
Sunlight shines through the tree branches, impending Spring.

Front Porch Still-Life at Dusk

Old seltzer bottles, a birdcage, the texture of the wicker, some stained glass at dusk.  J’s front porch with the sun sinking behind.  Condensation inside the old glass, the metal tops. Artists usually arrange inanimate objects to create a still-life to paint or draw. This was already there, waiting. But then it is an artist’s house.

Still Life, a grouping of inanimate objects arranged in a pleasing composition
Setting sun through old turquoise and plain glass seltzer bottles

Eager Dog Trumps Rushing Creek

Went to the Dog Park in Fox Chapel with my friend and her two dogs. After school staff meeting so it was getting late. The Spring forward a good thing now.  We went to see the swollen creek cutting a new path through the woods. Lots of downed trees. I think about what photo to post and have an idea. But it’s like a chef going to market with a plan and getting there, finding different ingredients available, changing the entire menu. The sound of the water was peaceful and the light through the trees lovely but watching Tigger so eager to cross the road to get to the Dog Park reminded me of a small child racing to the last swing on the playground, walking upright on two legs, so human.

Min Pin Dog Running on Hind Legs like a circus dog
So excited to get to the dog park, he starts walking across road on his hind legs at a fast pace.

North Shore Riverwalk and Fort Duquesne Bridge

You can see the light poles partially submerged in the foreground, a random duck, the edge of grass meets the Allegheny River.  Shot Sunday evening. They say the worst is over now, the 10th St. Bypass reopened as the riverwater receded in the night.  A family of bicyclers were checking the flooding  at different points and said in front of Alcoa upriver the water was higher.  At this particular spot it was quiet, no rushing sounds. Get the specs on all the Bridges and Tunnels of Allegheny to learn the difference between a steel tied arch bridge and a steel bowstring arch bridge.

Just after dusk the Allegheny River flooding at West End Bridge

10th Street Bypass to Reopen by Morning Rush Hour

The Allegheny River to the right, flowing under the bridges. And leaking onto the road.  This section of road has been in several movies filmed in Pittsburgh. Sunday night so not much traffic. Hopped out at the end of 7th Street Bridge. Caught the roadsigns’ reflection.

Allegheny River Flooding onto 10th St Bypass Pittsburgh
Not deep but flooded with Allegheny River water. Roberto Clemente Bridge on the right.

3 Swollen Rivers & Pittsburgh Skyline

Late Friday(3-12-10) afternoon view from the West End. Gun metal, pewter, slotted spoon, ash, mouse fur, battleship, silverware, smoke, charcoal, aluminum, elephant skin, tankard, chrome bumper, suit flannel, grandma,opossum hide,chain-link,coal car,low clouds,skyline,Pittsburgh –all shades gray.

Pittsburgh Skyline and Rivers Beginning to Swell
Snow melts and the rivers begin to rise

One Good Thing in Winter

Citrus!   Dr. B. sends Steve a box of Indian River Grapefruit for Christmas, all pink inside. R prefers Tangelos. The kids love Clementines. Lemons might be my favorite.  Last week our principal had snacks for the teachers. We had to stay at school – make up time.  Bummed to stay an extra 3 hours at the end of the day but greeted by this box. The blinds for the library windows are on-order so the sun came out and fell right on the fruit.  I peeled the skin and bent it so the oil was on my fingers.    I ordered  the book Oranges by John McPhee after reading his quote (3-8-10) , his comparing California and Florida oranges.  Abstracts for May 7 & 14 1966 Articles in the New Yorker.

A box of oranges to stave off winter blues
A box of oranges to stave off winter blues.

Baby Doll Flies Like a Flag on the Moon

Where a house used to be, unshoveled steps to an empty lot.  An iron pipe for a rail. What’s left of it.  On the way to school I look up and see this bizarre sight.  Pulled over, flashers on, catch of the day, one block from school Thursday morning.  Had to look up the definition of stock-still

a rubber baby doll stuck on an iron rail on an abandoned lot a block from school
Just like the flag planted on the moon, immobile.