Dog Toy Joy!
Charlie squeezed the dog toy and it squealed a long and loud squeal which not only surprised Charlie but delighted him
It was about 14 degrees but my app said it felt like 2 degrees and yet the sun was out and the sky blue.
I’d just arrived from Pittsburgh. The roads were clear so I made it in about 3 1/2 hours to Clintonville Ohio for lunch with Charlie and Laura.
They’d just pulled into the driveway and we were going inside to warm up. He loves the snow.
Just noticing the difference in the light in full sun and then on the back porch deck in the shade.
Filmed with my able assistant -grandson Michael dashboard operator
The weekly Photo Challenge is Path
Did you ever see a flagpole being erected? Me either.
The other day, I saw this truck at the red light-Herron Hill aand Bigelow Boulevard intersection in Pittsburgh. Got thinking what would flagpole services entail?
Installation for one. Make sure it’s stable and straight. And then there’s maintenance. I’ve seen some tall ones. Pretty much ignore that they are there.
Can’t be easy to secure a tall flagpole. I can tell you I’ve never given flagpoles or how they came to be there, much thought –
Until I saw the truck. Got me thinking about flagpoles.
Horizons- the unpeopled versions
All new horizons in Alaska this September.
My sister and I ‘d never been there before.
Saturday afternoon, my sister and I were walking back from Battery Park with three of the grandchildren.
The kids were running ahead on the Dog Free Zone boardwalk.
We bumped into this wedding party taking photos so we doubled back to the concrete walk along the Hudson River where I took a quick picture.
The female attendants had to be freezing.
The Schuylkill River. Philadelphia.
On my way back to Pittsburgh from New York after a nice Thanksgiving holiday with the family.
Here’s a shot taken Monday through a train window- #43 The Pennsylvanian – as we crossed over both the river and the Schuylkill Expressway.
My parents lived in Philadelphia 12 years but I lived there for only one of those years. A flood of nostalgia as the train rolled into Philly.
There are interesting place names (how about Wissahickon?) you don’t find anywhere else in the country. The river and expressway name always was hard for me to spell correctly. It’s that extra “L” in there. Turns out it’s a Dutch word meaning “hidden or skulking creek”
Saturday afternoon. Taken from another Staten Island Ferry.