Wind Up Toys

Sunday morning. Breakfast at Joan’s.  A cadre of colorful windup toys in her kitchen… I asked if I could photograph them. I can’t remember a specific windup toy I had as a child but these all felt familiar and provided a relaxing and fun time as she wound them up and they executed their motion while I tried to photograph them.

Guess they are making a big comeback.  I am going to get some for me  the grandkids so I they can play with these adorable windup toys. 

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Renewal

The Weekly Photo Challenge: Renewal.

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!

Red Pears by Candlelight

This winter will be the winter of photography by candlelight. I mean you have to have a plan. Try something new. Challenge yourself. The early darkness seems a good opportunity to light candles and experiment with low light. Bought some red pears. They don’t look red in this photo but my goal is to not manipulate the images. Find the right white balance. Not going to poach these orbs in wine or make a pear tart. I’ll pack them in my lunch bag for school and slurp their refreshing juice at the end of my lunchtime – hurriedly before period 8 starts.
Will be doing some more candlelight images and dm looking for some human volunteers for portraits by candlelight, right in my dining room.

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Failure is Not an Option

Saw this in one of the art rooms at school today. Bought a pencil for a quarter. Got to see the interior And was given change for a dollar bill so I could buy the pencil. Then I photographed the pencil with the school motto.
We didn’t have students today due to Election Day. Meetings and common planning time. Grades close tomorrow. Failure is not an option.

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You Get 200 Selections on this Machine- Vote Now!

This is from a friend’s birthday party last January.  A Juke Box not a voting machine.  Through the Years.

I thought some of the titles could  be put to good use after the election results are in. Seems everyone has lost their sense of humor these days. Friendships and families, relationships strained.  Every individual is pretty certain they are correct in their thinking and can’t fathom why anyone might feel totally opposite or even a few inches opposite.

 Help,  I’m Down, or Chances Are .  

and for some it will be Celebration and Big Girls Don’t Cry.

We’ll skip Stormy.

What about This Masquerade?

One thing I am sure of… no matter who wins…. we will be Shake Rattle and Roll into the new year no matter what.  Seriously.  I have heard people from both sides and (in- between) say they can’t wait until it is over.  The ads on TV and all. The robo-calls. The hype. The Self-Applause.  The millions spent. Billions. Could have been put to good use in school libraries. Well, the schools that still have libraries and full time librarians.

What’s going to happen?  What will become of us?    It’s Not For (just)Me to Say! 

Alien Under Toadstool, Fairy Godmother, too

This weekend I watched Maura (almost 4) while her family went to a swim meet with her brothers and sister.  She saw me outside and asked, “Granma, Why are you in the bushes?”    When she came over to see what I was doing, she said she liked the Fairy Godmother. One shot of each on the iPhone and then she and I played.  I’d been sorting toys in the playroom.  Saw the toadstool and went and got the two figurines.

Today’s photos? Just for fun.  The fungus was enormous.  And I had just been reading an article telling of the two cousins Frances and Elsie photographs with the  Cottlingley Fairies.  (1917)

Thanks to Annette who wrote and said that “ the blog is a daily vitamin for the creative soul.”  

Reading About Hurricane Recovery

This is the skyline of Hoboken, shot across the Hudson River when I visited my sister in April.  I heard a story on the radio about Hoboken residents and the Hurricane  Sandy clean up efforts.  So many people still suffering.

Although my  sister has power back in lower Manhattan as of today, unfortunately there are areas that are just devastated and still without power.

Almost a week later, remembering those affected by this massive storm.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Geometry

for Mr. Swanger……

The weekly prompt  suggested a tight crop, an abstract, perhaps some architectural lines of buildings.  Hmmm.  Here is my series in response to geometry.

 

I’m thinking parallel lines never meet.  And then the intersecting lines, plotting points.

I loved geometry and the love of it came from the teacher whom I remember so well this evening as I write this post: Geometry.

I’m thinking of one of the best teachers I ever had- Mr. Swanger, in Morristown High School, New Jersey. I’m sure you have memorable teachers whom you remember, too.

Did a quick search and found this wonderful tribute in the Morris Educational Foundation publication.

Here is an excerpt and a link to the information about Saul Swanger Fellowship for New Teachers 

“its purpose is “to encourage effective, innovative new teachers to pursue a lifetime of excellence in public education through the award of professional development fellowships, which help them to explore a professional passion, to pursue a course of study and/or undertake activities which would not otherwise be possible.” 

The Legacy of Saul S. Swanger

Whether it was flipping the chalk over his shoulder onto the top rim of the blackboard, his tests with humorous problems about Stanislaus and his incorrigible younger brother Whatalouse, the sweet smell of his pipe smoke, or the warmth with which he embraced all of his students, Saul Swanger is remembered fondly by many generations of MHS alumni.

Mr. Swanger began his teaching career in 1938, teaching English, Ancient History, American History, Sociology, Latin, Spanish, Algebra, and Geometry in a schoolhouse in Claytonia, Nebraska, which was home to students in grades K-12. He came to MHS in 1944 and remained for forty years, thirty of them as Chairman of the Math Department. Immediately prior to his retirement in 1984, the MHS Honor Society changed its name to the Saul S. Swanger Chapter of the National Honor Society.

When asked about his proudest moments, Mr. Swanger said, “Because I continue to live in the same town where I taught, hardly a week goes by without my meeting a former student whom I taught (or whose children or grandchildren I taught), usually to exchange warm and often humorous memories. At times like these, I remember the words of Henry Adams:

‘A teacher affects infinity. He can never tell where his influence stops.’”

In a speech before the Middle States Evaluating Committee, which was reviewing the continued accreditation of MHS, Mr. Swanger spoke of young teachers as “noble and radiant with hope for the future.” He went on to speak of

“teachers who have been able to produce shafts of light,illuminating the darkness…to communicate their love of learning and enlist their students in what they consider the glorious lifelong adventure of learning.”