What I Shot as my DIL drove- 3 Pickup Snap, Pig on a Pole & a Message-

Sunday afternoon. We’re doing family things. Gathered together for lunch.

We had just left the Northstar Cafe on High Street and instead of turning to get on the Interstate, Erika drove north on High Street which was definitely the scenic route.

I enjoy being the passenger and thought there might be something interesting to photograph on the way home.  Stopping and dilly dallying was not an option with four kids in the back of the van and the high temp outside. (Stef, I was like Quick Draw McGraw)

More like snapshot time and a slice of the scene around Columbus.

Everything a bit tinted by the van windows shading. Makes the photo quality poor and a bit retro.

Two out of the three Erika called!

I was too busy looking to see.

This is not my usual method of photographing for the blog, subjects and scenes usually just present themselves and I don’t go out to hunt for material.

Remember  Erika found the men painting the water tower almost a week ago.

The pickups stopped at the intersection were first.  I shot right through the glass window. The GoodGuys Rod and Custom Association Car show was this weekend in Columbus at the Expo Center.

Then she said “Look at the pig.”

I’d gotten the local Dairy Queen before and I know PIERCE Cleaners was a subject for signage at night time once on the blog.  One of my followers and longtime friend Mary Corbett used to say this exact message on the sign at the cleaners.

Pig and another American flag.

The Radio Said One Hundred One…..

German Village, Columbus OHIO. Back to the Book Loft on Third Street.

We were headed to Cup O Joe for an iced coffee or something wet. The thermometer said ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN!

And the humidity was right up there along with the temperature. The boys T-ball games cancelled due to the heat.

When I showed the iPhone image to Mark after supper, he called the boys to look at the photo asking them Who would like this picture? They said it would be me.

They looked more carefully than I did. They saw the Stars and Stripes of the American Flag reflected. Because I was born on the Fourth of July, my DIL and son have told the grandchildren how I love American Flags and everything Red White and Blue. A real Yankee Doodle Dandy !

They point them out everywhere we go. It has become a game in the car to see who can find them.

How comforting it is to know that when I’m gone and they see one (sometimes they are 1/4 of an inch on a cereal box) I will come to mind-

They call to me and tell me to look so I can see it. This year one of my birthday presents was a Red White and Blue apron with a flag motif.

Being so focused on the temperature this afternoon and the quick iPhone shot as we left the Book Loft, I did not even notice or see the reflection of the flag at the 12 spot if it were a clock.

What a gift of a reflection, captured unintentionally.

Water Tower Message Completed

It was a wonderful milestone birthday celebration and there are photos of sparklers and candles and fireworks seen from the backyard. They are still in the camera.

The cake Laura baked, Erika’s garden eggplant, Mark grilling shrimp, the kids enjoying Grandma’s birthday party, the card they made for me- waiting on the flash card til tomorrow.  Below is the breakfast of a special raisin loaf (avert your eyes, Greg) that Marlene (Erika’s mom) brought up from Roanoke.  You might remember we were supposed to go to VA for the fourth celebration but they lost power in the violent storm almost a week ago and still don’t’ have it back.

And a crazy couple of shots from a sweltering parade July 4th AM.  They are in the camera on the flash card and not uploaded tonight.  But I wanted to return to this scene on Tuesday to photograph the sign on the water tower I had photographed on Monday..

No longer just d-e-l-a-w .  You might have seen the partially painted message on Tuesday’s post d-e-l-a-w-

I offered to return the library items and took Murphy for a ride, cranked up the AC and left the rear window open a crack for that rush of air he likes to feel on his nose.

Pulled over right after the railroad track and got out and took three shots.  How those men were able to paint in this extreme heat I can’t imagine.

I didn’t know this area was considered a playground but it is complete and here is the photo of it.

And isn’t this handy?  A drive through library return?  I ‘ve never seen one where you drive through. In the city they have large metal depositories outside the library but nothing this convenient.  A smart design.

Men at Work on a Water Tower along Orange Road

We were driving back from the store and I was in the third seat of the van with two of the grandchildren.

My DIL said, quick get your camera. There are men painting the water tower.  d-e-l-a-w (a- r -e)  I think.

Talk about fleeting moment, she was about to fly by and I was stuck in the back of the van.

She said, I’ll slow down ( going about 45mph) Ha.  Somehow I shot through the back window’s glass. You can see the reflection of a white fence.  I had the 24-70 lens on the camera.

The one we scraped the stickers off the window just recently. Good thing. I can’t imagine working that high off the ground.

Painting the water tower on Orange Road

 

Overbought on the Floral Tape- DIY Flower Pens

One roll would suffice. It was on the list of supplies for this crafty kitsch!

Last week in Pittsburgh, granddaughter Anna saw a pot of flower pens that Aunt Lala made years ago. They are corny but cute and definitely appealed to an 8+ year old.

The  old pens still wrote after all those years!!

Anna was fascinated with the pens in the pot and asked if we could make them when I came to Ohio. After a fun trip to the Crafts store for the supplies and brief instructions from Laura, we set up shop. Didn’t even use a full roll of floral tape.

There are rolls and rolls left.   We made a pot for her mom, her other grandma, for Aunt Lala, for Anna’s desk and a new one for me which I might take to school again for our sign-in counter.  Laura made some for me to take to school years ago, too.

If you seriously want to make them for any reason I found instructions just now online here at show  

After making them  with Anna and looking up instructions, I see people create them as favors and as pens for wedding guest books and such.

You can see her peeking through the finished pots of pens.

So do we buy more fake posies, pens and pots and glass pebbles and make more flower pens? I’ve a ton of floral tape!

Jack Runs to First Base AND Guest Blogs

This is Jack. You might remember him as Superman just a few months ago. The red cape is folded up and put away these days. He’s headed for Kindergarten in the fall. How quickly they grow up.
Photo one is Wednesday night T-Ball game between the Mets and the Yankees. Shooting into the sun.

And for the guest blog portion of today’s post………

Photo two- Jack set up the sock monkeys for a photo in his dad’s chair.

He took it with the iPhone with no help from me. He told me “they smiled real good”. The kids see me photographing and it is something they want to do. He took three shots.

I Begged My Mother to Buy It When I Was a Kid

My  mother was into homemade whole wheat bread with wheat germ added. She’d scald milk, boil water, crumble a cake of yeast. Knead and knead, place it in an oiled bowl, cover with a tea towel, let  rise, punch it down, rest – then shape the loaves.

Let them rise again. this time in battered aluminum bread pans covered lightly with waxed paper.

The aroma filled the house and after it was baked we’d eat a slice with butter and honey when it was still warm.

What I would give to have my mother make a couple of loaves again, turn them out of the greased bread pans. Saw off a slice with a serrated edge.

But when I was a kid, I saw a big white truck with red and yellow and bright blue balloons all over it.  WONDER BREAD.  I wanted my mother to buy WONDER BREAD.  I’d eaten it somewhere and was fascinated you could roll it into a ball!  Hard to believe but true.  I begged my mother to buy WONDER BREAD.  Oh how I longed for the colorful balloons on the wrapper.

Embarrassing to admit, but true.

She never did.

I saw this sign by the abandoned Wonder Bread Bakery in Columbus OH.  ( click to read about construction of Wonder Bread LOFTS that started four days ago)

You can see the height by the telephone pole and building top.

Without the 3-D Glasses, the Movie’s Blurry

Girls night at the Dollar Theatre (well more than a dollar but weeknights it is 1.75!) Maura on a booster, Erika, Anna and Laura.  

Last day of school, two art rooms cleaned and packed up until mid-August.  Time to relax and enjoy.

Today is the 999th post so tomorrow it will be one thousand.

Marking summer with a brighter header of the city,  taken June 14th.

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Summer

You’ve seen Ice Cream Trucks.  How about an Ice Cream Boat?

Smith Mountain Lake, Virginia. 500 miles of shoreline.

We were 35 miles from Roanoke. Celebrating Mark’s 36th birthday today.

Memorial Day Weekend with the family.  Rented a pontoon boat and enjoyed a hot summery day on the lake.

Ice Cream Boat

 Ice Cream Boat

Dunkle’s Gulf Station-Bedford, PA

This Gulf Station has been photographed thousands of times, but I was a tourist in Bedford, PA this past weekend and I joined the throngs and snapped a picture even though there was no blue sky or inhabitants.  What I would have liked to photograph is Mr. Dunkle if he is available, have a conversation. Next trip.   If you want to see other photos of the same spot check out this site