The school has been closed since 1980. Joan taught art there.
Built in 1896 and two additions- 1904 and 1931 for the auditorium.
My friend Joan drove me over to Larimer neighborhood to see it Sunday morning. Here she’s looking out the driver’s window at the property.
Joan emailed me an article about the future development of Larimer School.
Larimer School is on the National Register of Historic Places.
Although it seems next to impossible, it is slated to be developed into affordable housing.
We spoke with a neighbor who lives across the street from the property and her niece went to Kindergarten there.
Watching it be restored will please her greatly, as she is tired of looking at the heaps of trash and old tires that have accumulated.
Joan is an artist and is using her iPad to catch images – maybe she will paint from them later
Joan taught in the Art Room on the second floor. You could see an open window around the corner,
When Joan dropped me off at home, I was glad to see the Eastern Redbud tree in bloom in my backyard.
(Thanks Ginny for planting this beautiful tree in memory of my parents, Roy and Marian,)
I don’t like to take a ton of shots, hoping to get a find one of the action. I try to anticipate when the moment will be optimum to shoot.
Here is one of a skateboarder by the Game Pieces public art in Philadelphia.
The giant dominoes are part of Game Pieces-
and the cropped version
See 3000 dominoes and the domino effect on an old Mr. Rogers Neighborhood episode.
Action photography post from four years ago with an airborne skateboarder at UCONN
Driving on the North Side to home, headed down Chestnut Street towards Phineas Street. Going to cross the Allegheny on the 16th Street Bridge but before I got to the intersection, a car stopped in front of me to chat or ask directions of the pedestrians.
I noticed the trolley tracks and the bricks. Caught a quick picture on the phone.
So when did the streetcars stop? here is the answer
“The trolley lines could have been extended, perhaps. But as Touring Pittsburgh author Harold Smith observes with a minimum of rancor (for a trolley fan), “PAT was bus-minded to a fault. Between 1964 and 1967, it ended trolley service on all North Side and East End lines. By the early 1970s, only the present South [Hills] and the 53-Carrick line remained.”
Click here to learn about the 30+ trolley car collection at the Trolley Museum south of Pittsburgh in Washington PA off I 79.
While sitting in Pamela’s with Erika’s family I saw someone out of the corner of my eye. I was waiting for two eggs over easy- but pulled out the phone.
When I looked out the window I saw this guy shooting in the alley.
Wondered what he saw.
I have shot the same alley at night.
He was intent. Took his time. Shot quite a few. He seemed to stay in the same spot and did not kneel or step to either side- but I thought to myself that this must be what I look like to others around me.
Taken with the iPhone. Through my dirty windshield. I was at the end of Birmingham Bridge ready to go up the hill onto Kirkpatrick Street to Centre.
Not ideal conditions but there were those four fireplace openings staring at me as I sat and watched the cars come down Kirkpatrick Street.
Different from my daily route, it was my old route from last year’s school but I’d gotten my hair cut on Carson Street and was headed home.
You might remember Jurassic Pittsburgh from April 2012 if you ‘ve been following for awhile. I took that shot of the dinosaur-like demolition machine on the way to my former school. Added it here at the end cause who has time to back and look. But this is the result of the demolition.
Below are the photos from April 2012 that I took on the way to my former school.
Before I drove up the mountain, I went to one of my favorite spots on West Carson Street. This is what made me decide to head up to Mt. Washington to catch the incline in the snow as the sun set.
The illumination challenge could have kept me going for the rest of the year. I shoot a lot of photos in the dark with lights! When you look at your body of work ( or parts of it) you notice different things and details on different days.
When I was sifting through files, I found this city alley downtown and just liked the perspective, the people, the shapes and lines. Although it was captured in another season, the thermometer went up to 69 degrees ( I saw it lit up on a sign!) and for the second week of January it feels odd.
I think I need to return downtown and shoot some more alley views.
Autumn offers no crocuses or tiny redbud blooms on trees. I thought of library books and contracts, being signed up for a team. Commitment.
Everything is preparing for dormancy, dropping beautiful gold and orange leaves in gutters like crazy. There is a sense of approaching winter, the urge to cocoon, make soup. And then the temperature is in the 60s and predicted 70 for Sunday. One day you are making up your bed with flannel sheets, boiling water for tea, making chili or soup. The next day you are ripping off your sweater and sporting a cotton T. The fluctuations feel strange and off.
As I left school, this is what I saw…
The fresh pine cones dangling for the pine trees branches, bobbing in the wind and the late day sunlight shining right on them said renewal to me.
Everything has been focused on the vibrant palette of the deciduous trees but look at this magnificent coniferous tree!