Saturday night, October 2nd, Grandson Jack (14) shot the city from atop of Mt. Washington.
City lights reflected in the Monongahela River. The family was in town for Michael’s rowing event.
Wordless Wednesday Guest Blog
Tag: iPhone photography
Happy Birthday Jack
Born March 21, 2007
Perpetual Puppy Barks– click to see 10 second video
I’m happy to be here to celebrate your birthday!
Love,
your Grandma (AKA FF Ruthie)
Blurry Phone Photos Rectified
Who knew that the LifeProof waterproof iPhone case would create the blurriest phone photos due to the plastic cover over the camera lenses?
Everyone but me!
That’s right. It’s a thing. All over the Internet, reviews tell of this problem . The plastic cover on the phone back over the lenses gets all scratched and cannot be clear. Even if you are wiping with a microcloth meant for the task
There was one solution to the problem.
Remove it! The phone case is no longer leakproof, waterproof but I take phone photos in focus.
Here’s what I’m talking about
Sunlight on a Bee in the Park
Wednesday morning, Highland Park.
Morningside August Afternoon
Window Light Through A Tomato Slice
St. Stanislaus Churchlight At Night
We were coming home from the Masters of Visual Arts Show at the Heinz History Center. It was dark but the church in the Strip District was glowing from inside. St. Stanislaus Church was built in 1891 For Becky B’s #Januarylight challenge
The above photo a square or close to it. The following photo shows the stained glass window design and I couldn’t bear to crop the photo.
A Patient St. Bernard
I’d parked and was walking to McWalker Yarns Sunday afternoon to knit. Took a quick snap. Then I turned back to try to get the face of this sweet and patient St Bernard waiting for his or her master.
Two Roads Diverged in a Green Wood
We were on our way to a First Communion Party a week ago and my Daughter- in-Law was driving. When we saw the two branches of road in front of us, The Road Not Taken, the poem by Robert Frost, came to mind. Yes, these woods are a new Spring green, not a yellow wood, but poetic/blogging license?
When I went to find the actual poem I found this interesting Paris Review article by David Orr*. Here’s a quote from his article, The Most Misread Poem in America (click here )
Go to the article and read about a 2008 New Zealand Ford Co Car Commercial which uses the poem without even giving credit to Robert Frost! If you want to consider the variances in interpretation of Frost’s poem you will find the article enlightening.
“Given the pervasiveness of Frost’s lines, it should come as no surprise that the popularity of “The Road Not Taken” appears to exceed that of every other major twentieth-century American poem, including those often considered more central to the modern (and modernist) era.”Author Orr listed the GOOGLE stats of searches to prove it! Who knew this particular was so popular?Parts of verses still stick in my mind and when I saw this scene in the woods, they came right up. When I was in grade school, we had to memorize a poem a week and recite it from memory.
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
(By the way, we took the right of the fork)
*from the articleDavid Orr is the poetry columnist for the New York Times Book Review. He is the winner of the Nona Balakian Prize from the National Book Critics Circle, and his writing has appeared in The New Yorker, Poetry, Slate, and The Yale Review.
Velvet Pansy
