The city of Pittsburgh’s Mt. Washington (elevation 6,289) just before sunset, Monday evening.
Inspired by the Weekly Photo Challenge
and a big nod to Claes Oldenburg and Coosje van Bruggen sculpture Spoonbridge and Cherry in Minneapolis, Minnesota at the sculpture garden- Walker Art Center The spoon weighs 5,800 pounds the cherry 1,200 pounds. I saw this sculpture when we visited Matthew when he was a student at Macalester College in St. Paul. It came to mind when I was thinking about photographing a cherry on top for the weekly photo challenge.
And the cell phone shots below to compare which I thought looked better than the good camera.
Unexpected find outside Zeke’s Coffee, Friday morning.
Steve waits as I capture myself in this golden orb. The weekly photo challenge – harmony
I felt happy the leftover ornament was waiting there with snow on top as we exited Zeke’s.
Definitely through my eyes-struck a chord within me, made me laugh.
“Of course, harmony also has a meaning outside of the world of music: “the quality of forming a pleasing and consistent whole.” I look forward to seeing Harmony — a photo that is, or makes you feel harmonious — through your eyes.” Michelle W. of WordPress
Not quite alliteration with the “g” but this is one majestic tree in Highland Park, Pittsburgh PA.
Ginkgo has several spellings and there are male and female trees. The golden fan leaves make it one of the prettiest trees in autumn.
View one of the Giant Golden Ginkgo Tree
View 2 I felt the telephone pole was in the way but the light is different from this angle.
Photographed foggy morning September 16th. How fog affects the image’s feel. A painterly effect.
Good point, Mary.
Now I get it!
You know how I’m always looking for signs.
And there it was at the Auto Glass Store.
Driving from school, stopped at the red light.
Written on the portable sign.
Saturday moring around nine, I was driving through the Strip District and saw green in every direction.
Ahhh, St.Patrick’s Day Parade!
How could I have forgotten. Parked the car and got out in the rain and realized all I had was my cell phone camera.
Everyone was so nice when I asked if I could photograph them. The rain didn’t dampen their spirits.
Twenty-seventh parade !
Ladies of the AOH Auxilary Sue and Marian
Hanging up green merchandise. Love the shades.
The Parade Marshall. He thought I was lost. So nice.
This group has placed first in their category!
Pitsburgh Allderdice High School Marching Band
Mike Feinberg Party Supplies Window
Miniature Schnauzer Winston with a green bandana
First posted in February 2010 and again in 2013. Thanks Timons Esaias Guest Poet
Tim’s Poem Came to Mind as I Admired the Concrete First Time in Two Weeks – Photographed Feb 2010
By Their Sidewalks You Will Know Them
Originally there were eleven Commandments
Moses, perhaps confused by the unfamiliar
snow, ice, and sidewalk,
botched one, and left it out.
But Buddha said that though Life is Pain,
falling on ice is gratuitous pain
and those who cause it, by neglect,
should never escape the Wheel of Rebirth;
and Lao-Tzu agreed, for those who will not
clear the path will never find the Way.
Zoroaster, in the endless war of light
against ice, demanded diligence;
claimed that those who surrender
the public way to the Enemy
have empty souls,
can scarcely be regarded as human.
The Prophet, regarding sidewalks and snow,
is silent; but his sura
Sand Drifting Against the Caravanserai Gate
is thought to apply. The condemnation there
is brutal and eternal.
Plato counted safe sidewalks as fundamental
to the ideal Republic, noting that those remiss
in this clear duty lacked all character;
and his pupil – perceptive, immortal Aristotle-
further declared, famously, that
lack of character
Timons Esaias is a writer and poet living in Pittsburgh. His short stories, ranging from literary to genre, have been published in fourteen languages. He has had over a hundred poems in print, including Spanish, Swedish and Chinese translations, in such markets as 5AM, Bathtub Gin, Main Street Rag, Willard & Maple, Elysian Fields Quarterly: The Literary Journal of Baseball and many others. He has also been a finalist for the British Science Fiction Award, and won the Asimov’s Readers Award. His poetry chapbook, The Influence of Pigeons on Architecture, sold out two editions. He is Adjunct Faculty at Seton Hill University, in the Writing Popular Fiction M.F.A. Program. This poem was originally published in hotmetalpoets.com when it existed.
This entry was posted on February 19, 2010. It was filed under poetry, Things in the Snow and was tagged with city scene, HIghland Park, photo of the day, photography, Pittsburgh, Poem, poet, poetry, shovel, sidewalk, snow, Timons Esaias, urban scene, winter scene.
Too deep for me.
February 19, 2010 at 7:07 am Edit
Makes me happy that our sidewalks are clear and clean – thanks to Mike!! I couldn’t handle all those punishments! Seems like an almost normal day today!! Thanks for starting it with something special!!! Did Bill mean the snow was too deep – or the poem??!! Either way, I agree! My mind is mush (like this snow will soon be) — been in the house too long!!!
February 19, 2010 at 8:42 am Edit
All tis is great Ruth. It is like your photos and words are a diary of living through these snowy days.
February 19, 2010 at 9:12 am Edit
Too wonderful for … words?? Changes my attitude on shoveling, altho I am already somewhat aware that I smile and feel satisfaction when I get to the concrete! A bit anxious now, tho, about the snow still on the bushes, bending branches low over the sidewalk leading to my caravanserai gate ……!
February 19, 2010 at 9:52 am Edit
There is a special place in hell
where, frozen in ice, only his rear
exposed to Satan’s teeth, he’ll dwell
whose sidewalk’s untouched while his driveway’s clear.
February 19, 2010 at 10:50 am Edit
that is one great photo
February 19, 2010 at 4:27 pm Edit
I know the snow is a pain, but it is beautiful. I enjoy the pic very much.
Self-assignment: Return to the same place and take another photograph.
Did you ever see two photographs where you are to spot the differences?
Photographed December 2010 Where the Rivers Meet (note the Christmas Tree at the Point)