In response to the word of the week SYMBOL
At Kennywood Amusement Park this afternoon into evening. Saw a collection of symbols.
These are anonymous park patrons.
Since when did it become okay to dress in flags?
Months of planning. Details and lists. Flowers, cake, music, officiant, cookies baked for the cookie table. A lot of work. A lot of love.
Friends and family offering support and cheering the couple on to a happy life together. Relatives travelled from California,Florida, Jersey & North Carolina, Ohio to witness the marriage.
My DIL’s first cousin Matthew married Melissa this evening and I had the honor of being the photographer. Mansions of Fifth was an elegant venue.
Uncle Frank, Aunt Linda and Uncle Donald were the drivers of Uncle Frank’s vintage cars which added a lot to the ambience of the occasion.
A lovely wedding. The rain held off- I had a big golf umbrella with me-
though the clouds looked threatening.
Chas, the shirt PITT shirt vendor, on the corner of Forbes and Bigelow Blvd came to the car window to offer congratulations AND two free PITT T-shirts. And the bride is an alum! Thanks Chas.
Unexpected and fun. Cake decorated by Jordan in the wedding party.
After I drove Jack and Maura to Aunt Linda’s and Uncle Frank’s (where I got to sample cookies for the wedding cookie table tomorrow) I pulled into the Kennywood Parking Lot drive at the bottom of their hill.
I marvel at roller coaster design, engineering, construction and contemplate the desire of those who ride,
ed the clouds and the people headed up to the first drop.
Showing the final shot first. The clouds looked threatening for sure..
Anticipation- I watched and listened to the riders scream.
No lightning. It was a go.
It’s unfortunate we can’t share the excessive rain with other parts of the country who need it.
With a new baby in the house, Penny seeks reassurance and is probably wondering when baby Charlie will be leaving. It’s an adjustment .
My daughter Laura , (the new mother) shot this quick moment today as I was getting up.
You saw Penny’s paw included in the new family handshake a couple posts ago.
Penny the Golden Doodle expressing how she feels.
Here she is photobombing during the first bath the other day
The night Charles was born, I brought a cloth diaper from the hospital so she could get his scent. Little did she know how life would change.
On the front porch with the human members of the family. Sorry Penny.
P.s. Tomorrow after this posts, my DIL will tell me Henry the Airedale is upset because he isn’t featured or included on the blog.
Thanks V for the idea to blog Penny and Grandma
They amaze me, the velvet flowers. Roses.
I’ve never grown them but I hear it can be difficult to do so.
My mother had red climbing ones all over the backyard fence in New Jersey. My sister has taken me to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden to see the wonderful specimens with memorable names. “With over 5,000 bushes of more than 1,200 kinds of roses, the Cranford Rose Garden features one of the largest collections of rose cultivars in North America.”
In 1977, my father took Mark as a toddler in the stroller to the cemetery at Old St. Mary’s Church on South 4th St. In addition to the historic gravestones there were old fashioned roses everywhere.
I like roses at every stage – bud to all-the-way-falling-off petals.
Last week it was lush blue and white hydrangeas which I shared with my daughter at the hospital, the blue for birth of a boy seemed perfect. They were a great background for the food pusher post the other day. This past Saturday, it was white hydrangeas combined with pale pink roses.
At each wedding I was given lovely flowers to take home. I brought this bouquet from the reception back to Ohio.
As I carried it in from the car, I noticed the roses had opened.
You can savor the celebrations as you admire the blooms.
Plus, the scent of them reminds me of my grandmother who worked in the florist shop in Lincoln Illinois when I was a kid.
Photographed with iPhone6 just now.
What a perfect day for a celebration. Doreen and Marty chose this wedding date as her grandfather was born on July 4th, 1910. Although he has passed, Doreen’s grandmother was dancing up a storm and enjoying the wedding.
Here they are watching the fireworks being shot from a barge on the river. The reception was at Station Square Sheraton Hotel in Pittsburgh.
You know those photo greeting cards with the tiny hand in the big hand?
The touching closeups?
I was going for a similar feel with the new parents and grandson Charlie who was a week and a day.
Oops. Add one eager Golden Doodle. Penny’s paw added to the photo.
The new family handshake!
This past Tuesday I got down and knelt, used my 70-200 lens.
Tried to steady the camera. Get the shot.
Anticipating when to press the shutter button.
Freezing the action is a challenge.