Roy Joseph Hendricks
Born in Farmersville, Illinois February 26, 1912-
October 26, 2002- (Remains in Pleasant Valley, CT)
Eastern Redbud planted in my backyard in memory of my parents by friend Ginny N.Ninety Years in Not Quite 1 Minute- My Dad
Month: June 2010
Their Eyes Looked at Me as I Walked By- I Had to Photograph Them
There they were, lying on the counter in the front hall of the school. Cleaned out of someone’s classroom, but it so difficult to pitch something with a face, looking at you. Each of these has stories to tell I know. Reminded me of Erika and Anna’s beloved BabyDoll (to see 30 year old Babydollclick for 10/21/09 post)
Central Park Sailboats and Unauthorized Craft
From the archives. Boats with a motor not allowed. Took this when visiting my sister last Spring. Reminds me of Stuart Little. It’s relaxing to watch the toy sailboats and the people who pilot them, the rental guy who retrieves them with a line. The motorized, remote control naval ship was zipping around between the peaceful sailboats.
Annual Crayon Peel and “Art Room Ritual” Poem
About 5 years ago, my friend Lara E. framed the poem in the newspaper, adding the crayon paper peelings around it. Last night at my final video class I scanned it and uploaded it to the blog while I waited for the screening to start. This years crop yielded lots of crayons. The most whole crayons at the end of the year are violet ones.
Evening Light on a White Shirt and Green Rail
You notice the light on the object and how it’s reflected off the object, too. This is the photo just before yesterday’s post- “real time” and yet the approach to the top, ready to drop, looked like a stronger moment. I put myself on assignment, studying the movement, the mood and the composition- all in a few blinks. I liked this one for the light.
Headed for the Big Drop
After photographing family in West Mifflin Sunday afternoon, I drove a couple blocks to the Free Parking lot at Kennywood. Sat in the car with the 70-200 lens and watched a few loads of Phantom’s Revenge Riders speed by at different angles. It would be a long two minutes and fifteen seconds for me. People love the thrill of roller coaster rides. How about Rob and Bradley in Illinois going from park to park on tour? Will fill you in on their stats when I receive them. A new coaster is going to be on the site of the Turnpike Ride (my speed) and the numbers they tout are zero to fifty in three seconds, 90 degree drop. Any mention of G force and I am opting out! WOW.
Flags Fly at PNC Park
My brother’s birthday is today. Flag Day. A legal holiday in Pennsylvania. There will be garbage pick up. A non-holiday holiday. No special holiday meals. I see flags and red, white and blue bunting around town. Some flags up since Memorial Day.
Here are the flags at PNC Park with the city behind!
I remember walking to the Betsy Ross House when our parents lived in Philadelphia, Mark in a stroller. Philadelphia may be the home to the first Flag Day. When I was a kid there was a piano in the classroom and we sang a lot of flag songs.
“Ice Sculptures Make Great Gifts”
Who knew? I admit I’ve never considered purchasing an ice sculpture as a gift. But seeing this truck made me think of ice sculptures I have seen up close. Plus, it’s hot and humid again so the idea of ice appeals to me.
Do-it-yourselfers? You’ll need to read “Ice Sculpting the Modern Way, Joseph Amendola’s Ice Carving Made Easy and Mac Winker’s Ice Sculpture: The Art of Ice Carving in 12 Systematic Steps.” (from Wikipedia)
Last summer I watched an ice carver/sculptor whir a chainsaw, spew ice and find a dolphin inside the giant block. Ellen’s daughter had an R2D2 at her wedding, and Donna’s son’s wedding had a giant heart with their engagement photo inside the ice.
You sit at a red light and there it is- the thought of the day. The company lists themselves as the coolest guys around- more info click Mastroice on Herron Avenue
The Water Balloons at Field Day
Red teams, blue teams. Hot, muggy weather. Friday at school was Field Day. Tricycle races, tug-of-war, scratchy burlap potato sacks. My station was Golf Ball Relay- balance a golf ball in the bowl of a spoon,walk the course without dropping it. Such concentration! The station after mine, run by my colleague Erin, was the water balloon toss. Take a step back and lob it across to a partner. The filled balloons like swollen jelly beans, waiting in the giant garbage can, told me to run upstairs to my locker, get the camera out and photograph them between morning and afternoon sessions. The students were so excited to go to the water balloons when Mr. Miller blew the whistle three times.
Raindrops on Lily in Dorothy’s Garden
The gray and rain prevented me from photographing all of Dorothy’s beautiful garden for her family. She tended it so well. The blueberries ripening, a giant broccoli ready to cut. New lettuces. And the tomatoes have really shot up. As I was leaving, the vibrant orange stood out amongst the greens. I am certain there is a special name for this flower. Dorothy kept the tags and seed packets of what she planted in her garden, for future reference,
Celebration of the Life of Dorothy H. Holley – 6 o’clock Friday night- Calvary Church in Shadyside, Corner of Walnut and Shady Ave.