Three Rivers Heritage Trail along the Allegheny River. Saw this chair today, while I was walking with a friend.
That’s a lot of th in the title today.
There’s much to be grateful for as a daily practice, not limited to Thanksgiving.
I am paying tribute and expressing gratitude for good parents. I found this photo today and remembered our Thanksgivings together. And apart. An inscription of gratitude for their friendship was on the back of the photo, written by friends Ethel and Coleman Ives who must have mailed them the photo. I believe it’s taken in New Haven, Connecticut.
Once, when I was missing my mother snd father so strongly, in the depths of grief, a counselor advised me to do for others what my parents did for me.
My parents set a good example of how to be loving and caring humans which I’ve tried to pass on to my own family. ❤️
Unretouched color photograph.
On the Monongahela River Sunday evening.
A partial panorama of Pittsburgh from West Carson-
the Allegheny River (L) meets the Monongahela (R) to form the Ohio River.
A short clip of the rising river at Neville Island. Ignore the conversation
was trying to catch a tire floating by.
On the way home from the airport. Steve had picked me up. We stopped by the North Shore.
I’d just come from almost 70 degrees weather is Arizona and the winter city at dusk was such a contrast.
The beauty of winter.
Lone jogger on the trail along the Allegheny River.
Bill Mazeroski runs into home plate for a Pirates win- 1960 World Series
A bit of snow highlighted Mr. Mazeroski’s shoulders
From the North Shore.
Threes. Many things come in threes. It’s a strong number- a favorite number of many.
Still on the theme of three with a triptych story with the suggested 3 pictures will be coming in the near future……………
Thanks Mark for this thought on the Three Rivers even though the stadium by that name was demolished in 2001
(see implosion below)
Allegheny River on the left
Monongahela River on the right
Forming the Ohio River at the triangular point!
Saturday afternoon, after the poetry reading at the Pump House, I walked outside.
I saw the tug pushing the loaded barges up the Mon towards the Rankin Bridge.
Because the leaves are still on the trees, I had to find an open space to catch the scene before it got away. Carrie Furnace is in the background. Shot with the iPhone5.