Almost Twelve Years Ago

Thanks for all the comments.  I appreciate your responses. It seems an issue I have trouble fixing.  Now the WordPress Bloggers have to sign in?  Oh my.  It should not be a pain to leave a thought or good word.

Throwback Thursday. One of my favorite family photographs.  Mark reading while  Erika’s holding baby Jack and Anna and Michael. Before Maura was born.  We were on a road trip in May 2007, staying at our friend Joanne’s home in Omaha, Nebraska. 782 miles from Columbus to Omaha in the minivan, that’s one way.  I sat in the back with the kids and was the Granny Nanny while Mark (and sometimes Erika) attended meetings at a convention. The word of the week this would illustrate might be Exhaustion.  Oh, that’s right, they don’t have the word of the week anymore. 🙁

 

Knitting in Nebraska

Thursday I arrived in Omaha.  After lunch my friend Joanne took me to a couple of local yarn shops. I like to buy souvenir yarn from places I visit, usually a single skein of local sock yarn.

I got in the peacock pen to photograph the skein of Acid Peacock yarn by One Twisted Tree at  ImagiKnit.

Today at her friend’s farm and I tried to take a photo of the yarn AND the peacock.  You can see the focusing issues I experienced.

Joanne took the next four photos. A trunkful of yarn. Hotel morning selfie she took with her timer on. Me coming out of the peacock pen.

Photo by Joanne

Santorini, Arles and Geneva Windows Via Omaha Nebraska

Windows.

When I posted for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Window Saturday night, within an hour’s time, I received an email from my good friend J in Omaha.

Attached to the email were photographs of interesting windows from her recent retirement European holiday.

I emailed back before midnight and invited her to guest blog. She sent a few more.

Since January first and the wordpress monkeys’ report telling me that I had 80,000 fewer viewers in 2013 than in 2012, I’ve been thinking about the purpose of my blog and reflecting on why this occurred.   The decrease in viewers was astounding to me.  It had been increasing, building, growing. And then it plummeted? Hmmmmm.

My blog followers numbers have increased.  Doesn’t make sense.  Thought maybe my posts mundane, not exotic enough, or the writing sparse or the writing boring or people just tired of seeing a pic of what I ate for dinner on a Tuesday when it was cold outside? People are rushed, stressed and don’t have time to look at the photographs? Not sure.

But hearing from my friend J in response to the gallery of windows photographs I posted, or receiving via email the Barred Owl from Shuey  (which was #4 in the lineup for most viewed post this past year even though it was from 2012) or knowing that my son Mark sent Mt. Vernon photos he took of the kids after he looked at my post of him standing in front of Washington’s home all those years ago- and that was at 3:30 AM he was looking and sending current photos. It felt good.

Responding to photographs.  It’s about dialogue, communication.  I am always talking to the high school students about the purposes of photography.  What makes a good photograph.

Maybe you wrote a comment after feeling something upon viewing an image.  Or emailed me a story of a memory a photograph triggered (thanks Jack)

After all, I want people to look at the photographs I take or I wouldn’t bother to upload them and share. Didn’t my friend V just say that about why people post on FB?

They want a response!

I’m seeking some connection to others. Making sense of my life. Honing my eye. Seeing what is right in front of me in my world.  Individual yet universal experience.

Most of the people I hear from via email don’t have their own blogs.

Cousin Paul sent a photo of his house in the moonlight, Rob sent a photo of a glass of wine on a table in an excellent composition and Bill sent the completed crossword.  Okay, now who am I forgetting?

Matthew sent the pics from the Museum of Broken Relationships from Zagreb and Laura the photo of the Longaberger Basket Offices shaped like a basket and my sister Mary, I can always count on her to see something interesting.  When I visit her in NYC she has lots of ideas about where to go and find things to photograph. Here’s one she sent of NYC signage.

The grandchildren have taken turns and want to be guest blogger as has my DIL Erika for Windsor the Rescue Horse– Anna with the pickup full of mannequin legs, Michael shooting into the sun at breakfast , Jack setting up the sock monkeys and telling them to smile, Maura with her drawing,

Friend from Florida Kristin with the Orchid Cactus brief bloom or the Alligators on Christmas Day.  Euthemia with her Christmas mice. 

I’ll l add more guest bloggers links in future posts but I’m grateful the blog has created a forum for exchange with one another!

Here are J’s wonderful windows she sent in response to the challenge. Thanks J.

Geneva WindowsGeneva Switzerland Windows

 

Window of Arles“From my window in Arles – J”

 

Cafe de NuitLe Cafe La Nuit

 

 

Santorini GreeceSantorini Greece Windows

 

 

DSC00575Santorini Greece Window

 

 

Laundry in MarseillesLaundry Day in Marseilles

 

Arles France Window

Arles, France – chandelier in window

 

Arles France
Arles, France

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Arles –  peeking through the window to the sewing room of La Poule Blanche.  The proprietor made everything she sold in her shop, and I bought an apron, of course.- J

 

Switzerland
  Chambesy, Switzerland
Thank you Guest Bloggers, thank you blog followers and thank you occasional visitors for stopping by today.
I appreciate all of your responses.  
xxoo
Ruth E

Play Me, I’m Yours – Omaha Nebraska – Guest Post

Omaha Piano

Guest Poster JB Writes from Omaha

This morning I took my usual walk through Memorial Park and the Rose Garden and came upon this piano sitting all by itself at the top of the Memorial Park, overlooking Dodge Street.

 

Omaha Piano

 

 A jogger happened to come by, sat down and played a number of tunes so I asked if it would be OK to photograph him. He said his goal was to find each painted piano throughout the city and play them.  

 

back of piano

On the back of the piano is a bag filled with leaf-shaped paper cut outs – and a request that you write one phrase or line from a favorite song and then pin it on the piano back.  These will be collected and the artist will compose a piece utilizing them.  

To read more about Play Me I’m Yours Project click here to read the article at Omaha.Com

Thanks J for the great post today.