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.
After breakfast with my friend Donna, we saw this pink chair in the front garden.
I shot it through the windshield. We were stopped at the end of the alley where it was time to turn into the street.
The wing chair didn’t look as if it was put out for the trash?
A bit of reflection in the street puddle.
‘Twas The Night Before Picklesburgh – 35 Foot Pickle Balloon Tethered to Ninth Street Bridge- Pittsburgh
Pittsburgh is Picklesburgh this weekend. It starts Friday.
There will be a pickle juice drinking contest. Mmmmm. Maybe I can get down there and photograph some of the festivities. Heinz Pickles production
When I saw Picklesburgh listed in the news on the computer tonight, I got in the car (about 10:15) drove downtown and put the flashers on. You couldn’t go on the main part of the bridge itself said the nice security man but I walked along the walkway and took a few photos of the giant pickle balloon at night. I just thought there it would be some “fresh content” and a new topic. I hear there will be pickle cookies to eat. All kinds of pickly treat to sample.
We can discuss dill, spears, sandwich slices, chips, bread and butter or sweet pickles another time.
I like pickle relish in tuna salad. Dill spears.
One summer I made pickles when I visited my brother David in Okanogan WA and they were delicious.
My grandmother’s handwritten pickle recipe is in a wooden box in my kitchen.
Two days of Picklesburgh and celebrating all things pickled.
The city at night is always magical to me.
Ninth Street Bridge.
Security on patrol.
You know the painting. It’s in Chicago. But in Columbus Ohio you can see the scene.
The topiary garden sculptures are A Sunday on La Grande Jette 1884- Georges Seurat
We went there on Father’s Day after church. Thanks for taking me to see it.
You may be familiar with Joey’s elegant wedding photography.
I met him at Silver Eye Center for Photography a few years ago when we were in a Self-Portrait show. He has always been generous in answering photography questions.
Tonight Steve and I went to the wonderful and well attended opening and bought a print. The prices on his prints and stretched canvas photos were affordable! Familiar skylines and bridges in soft fog, Allegheny Cemetery scenes, trees and scupltured angels, the incline- just as the show is titled- Light and Landscape
Followers who viewed his images made the selections for the exhibition AND the size of the printed photo was determined by which on got the most “likes”.
“Kennedy invites the public to participate in the exhibition’s image selection by visiting his Instagram account, instagram.com/joeykennedyphoto. Each image included in the exhibition is tagged #lightandlandscape.”
The good news is that the show is up until April 12th.
709 Gallery on Penn Avenue in the Cultural District
Joey calls everyone together for a group shot!
(Experimenting with the panorama setting on the new mirrorless SONY)
The view when leaving the gallery
Tonight was the annual viewing of the Harold Ramis’ classic Groundhog Day movie. If you follow the blog, you know how much my family enjoys this holiday. (No gifts required)
I noticed in the opening credits how different the 1993 skyline looks.
The updated version will have to be another post. And I’ll need a helicopter ride to capture the same angle.
A screen shot of my computer screen shows the old skyline as it appeared before all the advertisements.
Just two years ago there was an article written by Bob Bauder about this issue- Skyline-defiling signs targeted by council chief. “Harris said the signs, including company names and logos, clutter the city skyline and detract from its aesthetic splendor.”
And author Charles Rosenblum’s blog post Under a Bad Sign– Pittsburgh Architectual Club weighs in on the issue.
Remember the Spring-like November Day I posted Tuesday with the thirty degree drop in temps predicted?
Well, it’s more like a forty degree drop two days later-
in the park, late afternoon.
Cashmere fingerless gloves.
Thank you SB for the loan of the luxurious gloves. I’m still warming up the rest of me.
My hand looks a bit like “The Claw” in a horror flick but the cozy gloves were so welcome on my chilly hands during the photo shoot in the park.