Wordless Wednesday
Crestline Barn at Dusk. Crestline Ohio, Thanksgiving evening.
Just south of Galion Ohio. We were on our way back from Thanksgiving at the Farm.
I was the passenger with my camera at the ready. James was able to tell me when we were getting close.
Although Laura slowed down, she couldn’t stop.
Not really possible to get a good night photo while driving by this front yard filled with colorful
Christmas lights.
Want to see a better photo of the display? here is a good one in this article in the Galion Inquirer
Nowhere to stop or drive around a block. It was a two lane highway/road. I pressed the shutter as fast as I could.
You get the idea and can appreciate all the effort this family went to decorating. WOW. Turns out they have been doing this for twenty years. After reading the article I see they welcome people to drive in through the lighted arches and turn around in front of their garage. We didn’t realize it at the time we whizzed by. Maybe there will be another opportunity.
It was something to see, even if the lights went by in a flash. Like an unresolved three D image.
Wherever you are today, hope your Thanksgiving is a good one.
These turkeys are in Hardy Virginia, photographed seven years ago.
Earlier this week- Heinz History Center and Phipps Conservatory and Botanical Garden.
Laura and Charlie and I enjoyed visiting a couple of Pittsburgh’s highlights while James attended a conference.
We are fortunate there is so much to do in the city.
Happy 11th Birthday Maura Clare, You bring a lot of joy to our lives. love you, F.F. Ruthie
My mother, Marian Van Sickle, pulls her brother Robert in the wagon. Durand Illinois. 1918.
From my grandmother’s album.
My friend V gave me a really cool device that converts old slides and film negatives to a digital file. I used it when I was teaching photography and helped a colleague preserve some wonderful pictures of her family.
Tonight I started thinking about my own slides I found while cleaning out a drawer and brought the file converter out. After re-reading the steps to use the converter, I was successful. I won’t do a whole slide show today but wanted to put this 1966 picture up of me with my family. I’m the one on right front (eighth grade) and I am sure my mother and I sewed our fashion choices on the old Singer sewing machine.
Certainly next time I can center the cardboard frame more accurately. I left that exposed pipe in, too. In an upstairs closet, are forgotten metal carousel trays of slides to convert but just did the 24 images tonight.
Once you get a rhythm it doesn’t take too long.
What I’ve noticed is a LOT of the slides I’ve kept for decades are not worth converting into a digital file for posterity.
But did I put them in the trash? Not yet.
Will save some of those treasures for a future post.
Thanks for the great gift, Vincie. 
Autumn leaves in photographs. Autumn light. We’re waiting for the red, yellow and orange colors to arrive. So far we’ve got mostly brown. Waiting for the frost
The leaves in the photographs give a lot of information to the viewer.
Somewhere in a box of old pics I have a photo of the kids with a backdrop of fake autumn trees and birches. I wish I could find it. It’s corny but fun. These photos have real leaves in them.
so if you’re thinking of taking pictures in leaves get ready. Here’s a link to Autumn in Pittsburgh four years ago
from The archives 
Mark in Clarion 1980
Murphy in Pittsburgh 2004
Charlie raking leaves 2017
Kristie senior photo November 2016
Handstand man Zagreb Park path October 2015
Highland Park 2015
Melissa Senior Photo 2016
Anna, Michael, Jack and Maura Columbus 2014
Happy 16th Birthday Dear Anna,
I remember that early October morning, looking out the hospital window and watching the sun come up. The day you were born. I went to school and was so excited your arrival had made me a grandmother. Everyone was happy for me at school.
Good luck on your driving test. You will do great I know.
2003 seems just a moment ago and now you’re becoming so grown up. Proud of you and all you accomplish. I wish you every happiness, always.
Love, FF Ruthie
Its a turkey puppet. 
