Back home in Pittsburgh now but 
here’s an evening stroll from my hotel to the old city center in Reykjavik last week. Laugavegur was the street. It got dark on my way back. You can see the sea at the end of a couple of the streets. Open candles in windows were inviting
“Don’t Mess with a Knitter” tattoo on upper arm- the canvas of the old woman in the window of the closed Art Gallery so no chance to give the artist credit.
Although I’m back home in Pittsburgh, I saw this elegant bride in Reykavik on Saturday night. I’d just taken a photo of a dress in a window and walked while becoming wet in the sleeting cold rain. Just felt magical to see her. I hope she doesn’t mind .
Grateful for birthdays. It was a happy but quiet celebration. Glad my sister is here. More family coming in soon. It was a relaxing day.
Steve, Mary and I took a walk around the Highland Park Reservoir after supper. We got drenched when a sudden thunderstorm appeared just after I took these photos of the peaceful water.
Our power has been out a few hours now. Heard a tree is down on Highland Avenue. Wires down. Hope it can be fixed soon.
We took a late afternoon walk in the sun today. Penny was excited to take a walk. Maura found a book in the Little Free Library on the corner.
Charlie wore his ski goggles. He held up his baby to show him the fully visible moon.
We cut down the alley and saw some signs of bulbs sprouting through the earth. Charlie looked back to make sure I was coming, too. I was gawking and shooting a few snaps on the phone, capturing the sun we haven’t seen in such a long time. It was chilly in the shade.
We’ve still got to get through the month of March and it’s been known to snow but I could feel a respite from winter today.
Wordless Wednesday
Along Grant Street, downtown Pittsburgh, after being released from jury duty. You know how I like reflections.
I walked a few blocks to the train station to meet Steve who was picking me up.
There must have been a lot of rain while I was inside the courthouse all day.
Strolling with Charles (1) around the neighborhood.
Hot summer sun. The colors so rich and alive.
I appreciate the gardeners’ efforts.
Back at the house on the front porch he said “bubble” and pointed to the chair.Underneath was a red plastic bear with bubble stuff. You had to squeeze the Bear’s stomach and it took awhile for me to get the hang of it.
You could write a caption for this photo. It looks as if I posed them in this stance. We were walking back to our apartment
I asked if it would be okay if I took their photo. Well, in gestures. The man agreed.
The dog sat so handsomely.
His owner tried to get him to look at me, turn his face. So kind. I said, no problem, don’t worry, it’s okay.
Not sure what had his attention down the path towards the market but he sat so still, at the ready.
