NYC- Spring Break. Spotted by my sister as we walked by.
They looked even more precarious in person, though, as you stood below and looked up!
A good friend brought a quart of vegetable soup and some homemade bread for tonight’s supper.
Especially welcome as I just got home after being in Ohio for the Thanksgiving break and no chance to go to the store yet.
Simmered the soup and sliced the bread and enjoyed the delicious meal. Thought of how fortunate I am to have good friends.
My friend J in Omaha trades a quart of homemade soup each week with her friend A.
I won’t return the mason jar empty!
On my classroom keyboard was a nice note,written on composition paper, from the computer man who stopped in yesterday –
back up computer- hard drive must be replaced.
Now one thing I know is that discussing any sort of computer issue is instant snooze z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z
BUT look what I found today as I copied photos to a borrowed external hard drive!
A photo I took last Spring of my on the way to school.
I’m in the oval mirror. Really. And I loved the carport and the seemingly crooked pole.
Thanks for looking and thanks for all the good birthday wishes for Michael’s 8th yesterday.
I got to partake in the festivities via FaceTime along with the other grandparents in Virginia and it was fun.
Bumper stickers have been around a long time but I haven’t seen them on too many cars lately. Until I drove home from school.
Here’s the message board I saw on my way home from my new job at high school as I waited to get onto Saw Mill Run. A quick snap with the iPhone-
JOY IS NOT IN THINGS
IT IS IN US
Thought it was a good one to think about as I drove. In photo class, we’ve been talking about the Art Element of LINE and there sure a lot of lines in the pic, too. Not that these lines help the composition of the shot or add interest or draw the eye to a subject- just lots of power lines and wires on the bridge.
You want to shoot a photograph with some life in it!
I learned in a workshop, photography can be exasperating. And one thing I know-
Sometimes you are an observer and sometimes you are a participant.
You can’t capture the sound of bells ringing in the sanctuary and bell tower simultaneously, a Gregorian chant, the trumpet, everyone holding a candle in the darkness and as the lights are turned up in the dark city church, late Saturday night, you long to capture the spirit, the glow .
You can’t whip out a camera and show the three out of four grandchildren racked out in the pew, or the smell of candle wax or incense or the feel of freshly blessed sprinklings. A good place to think. Mechanical limitations. The intrusion of the moment.
You are’t on assignment from a newspaper, illustrating the occasion. The grandparents have to head back home for work early Monday so we drove downtown for the Easter Vigil. It’s an early dinner at noon. Then we’ll load the cars and drive back east and south.
The thoughts of Easters growing up, the new suits, shoes and hats. Remembering those you love and who loved you the best and have gone on before. i said to my friend, “vacation flies by’ and she said
“just like life.”
I think of unconditional love. Thanks Matthew. Missed you.
The family has been in Pittsburgh a lot this summer. A wedding, a family reunion, a funeral, and this weekend a bridal shower.
Here are Maura and Michael sharing some raspberries while sitting on Uncle Frank’s 1933 Plymouth. You may have seen the post where Uncle Frank and Aunt Linda were pulling out of the driveway to drive another bride to the church in this snazzy car. It’s a beauty.