Waiting for recycle truck pick-up, New York City. Sent by my sister 7-4-16 via cell phone.
What a great find. Thanks, Mary.
I thought it was automatic. An electronic note to me. Six years is a long time. Today’s post is #2132.
Six years ago today I started blogging at wordpress. I thought at least they would send a notice… Congrats on Six Years of Blogging. I’ve seen badges on other blogs for years of blogging accomplished.
I told my granddaughter it was my blogaversary and she said, “What’s that?”
No drum roll, no brass band, waaaaah waaaah waaaaaah, whine, whine, whine,
No one really cares, just me.
This was the first photo I blogged on July 14, 2009.
Murphy passed away and Michael is going to be ten in August.
For today’s 2015 photo gallery I’m posting the grandchildren feeling exhilarated at Kennywood
And a silhouette of the Phantom’s Revenge
P.s. 11th hour update. Thanks WP
The challenge arrived this afternoon via email. Dialogue.
I looked for two photos from the suggestions below and this exchange jumped out first.
The challenge is 2 images “making the two images talk to one another”
“Not sure how to foster dialogue between two images?
*Photos of the same subject from different perspectives.
*Photos with similar color palettes, textures, or geometric shapes.
*A before-and-after or cause-and-effect composition.”
This week’s photo challenge is MINE. The first photo is someone else’s MINE.
The second part of the post are MINE- my feet in the hammock on the porch, my shadow, my view from the front porch, my coffee ice cream cone, my junk drawer contents, my fancy toaster I received on my 50th- a self-portrait of stuff.
Nothing illustrates the Weekly Challenge of Mine better than the following phenomenon. In Pittsburgh when it snows, everyone reserves the parking space they shoveled. The most popular place holder? A chair! No one dare move it. Fortunately I have a driveway. Parking in the snow is serious business around the city and the chair screams MINE!!!
To see other entries for this week’s challenge you can click this link
And now for personal posts of mine.
But I really grew up in New Jersey. New York always sounded better to me and I have held onto that fact all these years. Joisey, the Garden State, just didn’t seem as cool.
Yes, it is my sixtieth birthday today. YIKES! We were supposed to drive to Roanoke VA but power outages from the bad storm last Friday knocked that plan out! You’ve seen a lot of my life these past three years on the blog. The art room adventures, some knitting, my pleasure in the eating and making of food, my family, the city, my travels, and as Arlene says, the ordinary- making it interesting!
I have been talking about turning sixty since I turned fifty-nine last year. Go figure.
My friend Mary Ann told me someone asked her if she was afraid to turn sixty and she told me her response was, “I’m afraid to NOT turn sixty” Many are denied the chance.
If you are born on the Fourth of July you receive a lot of red, white and blue presents. One has to post a little red white and blue on the Fourth of July so here are the two free marzipan macarons you receive when you buy the dozen at Jean-Marc in Millvale*
And then there is this prize winner of my wonderful haircut and chubby cheeks, I think I was three, This picture is stuck in one of those “magnetic” photo albums- meaning nasty glue that ruins your photo and you can’t remove it- EVER.
And here is what I looked like last week in the heat at the Pirates Game in Pittsburgh with my three year old granddaughter Maura. A nice woman filling the ketchup dispenser came over and asked it I wanted her to take it of us. She enjoyed seeing Maura enjoy her cone and I had photographed her eating it (of course). I don’t get in many photos which is just as well at this point. But when I think about what makes me happy in my life, my family is at the top of the list. I am fortunate indeed.
Here is a picture a first grader drew of me last year which I photographed on my phone. I am so glad I documented this artwork cause on the rough days and the long days of teaching art in the city, I can read her inscription at the bottom.
Ms. Hendricks is my hero.
It doesn’t get any better than that!
And I found this next photo in New York City when I visited my sister a couple months ago. Once I was visiting a family friend, Naomi, in a home and she said told me how she would think of all she was grateful for in her life and when she focused on a theme of gratitude she just couldn’t feel bad about anything. I remember her words and she died shortly after the visit. It is easy to forget to be grateful. Once I read about thinking three things you are grateful for each day, right before you go to sleep and I try to remember.
I am grateful to my family, friends, fellow bloggers and followers and wonderful commenters who have encouraged me in my photography, blogging and writing.
Today is a very happy birthday! I am surrounded by my family who love me.
Thanks everyone. (And Happy Birthday Suzanne who shares the date!)
*Here is a shot of Millvale,PA taken the day I bought the macarons!