October 29, 2022 a thought for today, Every time you fail, you grow wiser. Chinese Proverb

An upload for October 28, 2022.... “gold”. I have this vase that I call gold (my sister calls it brass). I used it in this image to signify the color of gold. So as not to share just the vase itself I added a touch of other color in the form of the fire thorn berries. 

It is another gorgeous day. Bob and I got back from our weekly grocery curbside pick up. After getting everything out of the car Bob headed for the TV to watch the OSU football game. I connected the laptop Lowell loaned me. After setting up my wifi I shut the computer down. Then I was having trouble getting it to reload. I haven’t had this problem for a long while....since before I retired, so it took some research to work out the problem. 

This is one of those days that I don’t have anything pressing to get done. So I am taking things in a slow and easy mode. I have spent some time “playing” with the “new” laptop. 

My second upload for yesterday is to the Sudbury Photography Club. The lines, curved and straight, in the image is what attracted me to this one as well as the bright yellow color in juxtaposition to the cooler blue. 

Sue has been enjoying her new car. She has been out and about nearly every day since she got it. So far she is doing fine with it. We were supposed to have the twins to spend the night last night but plans got changed at the last minute. It was a disappointment for Sue and for me to as far as that goes. She decided that since they weren’t coming here she would go there and drove to get there. 

My first upload for today is “fresh”. I wasn’t in a place to snap something “fresh” today so I used this archived image taken in the “fresh” produce section of the grocery store earlier. 

The word is perseverance. When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on, Franklin D. Roosevelt. He who can have patience can have what he will, Benjamin Franklin.  Permanence, perseverance and persistence in spite of all obstacles, discouragements, and impossibilities: It is this, that in all things distinguishes the strong soul from the weak. Thomas Carlyle.  By perseverance the snail reached the ark. Charles Spurgeon.  Even in the mud and scum of things something always always sings, Ralph Waldo Emerson.  Perseverance is more prevailing than violence; and many things which cannot be overcome when they are together, yield themselves up when taken little by little, Plutarch. To persevere, trusting in what hopes he has, is courage in a man, Euripides.  Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.  The difference between perseverance and obstinacy is that one comes from a strong will, and the other from a strong won't, Henry Ward Beecher.

My son was driving on the way home from Kroger this morning. I had one of my cameras in hand. As we approached the underpass of the West Broad Street viaduct I captured this one. 

Here’s a story about a “Haunted Castle” in German Village.  The building in the story has a turret on a brick mansion that “peeks above treetops and other roofs” at 492 South Third Street. In the article there was talk about a man who sunbathed in the nude in warm weather at the top of the turret. On colder days he spent time in the “fourth-floor, octagonal-shaped sunroom with floor-to ceiling windows”.  In the story, this gentleman came to the US in the 1870s to “practice his trade as a pharmacist”. He also wanted to build a house for his fiancée. In the story, he did just that in that area of German Village. She had not come with him so after he built the house he sent for her. He received a letter back that she had found someone new. According to the article he stopped cutting his hair. He only ate what he could grow in a small garden and drank “barley from local brewers” and milk and water collected in rain barrels. He even began to go “shoeless even in the snow”. He never married. It is said that years later neighbors began to “report nighttime sightings of a naked (ghost)” on the iron stairs to the turret. Toward the end of the article I found that the gentleman wasn’t from Germany after all, he was born in Niagara Falls, New York and there was no fiancée in the “old country”. As a child his family moved to Columbus and lived in a small house near where he eventually built the “castle”. Again, according to the article, he “adhered to something called the “Sanitary Movement,” an approach to public health in the 19th century.....the reason for drinking rainwater and, perhaps, to adopting a vegetarian diet”.  The stories also say that he had built the “mansion” hoping that his two sisters would marry and raise large families at that house”. Unfortunately they chose not to do that. He died in his sunroom.   

I will be using the air fryer for dinner tonight, fish, corn fitters and dinner rolls....also mashed potato soup. 

Joy

                                   .....in plain sight....

 October 27, 2022 a thought for today, The past remembered is a good guide to the future. Chinese Proverb

An upload for yesterday, October 26, was “pastel”. I caught sight of this tiny leaf stuck in the storm door as I was leaving to go to do the church for food pantry. I felt that the gray of the storm door and the shade of the green on the leaf I had my “pastel” shot for the day.

Here’s another normal Thursday. Well not so “normal”. Christian wasn’t at the church so no short chat. But I did have two others stop by while I was there working on the bulletin and newsletter. Dennis stopped by to do a little work on something on the roof and we had a short chat. Then Diana stopped by to finish a couple of chores. One other little change in the “normal” was I downloaded the full memory card from our streaming of services. It was completely full so it took a full two hours to download. I had finished both the bulletin and the newsletter and placing them where they belonged and still had about a half hour to wait for the download to finish. 

Once I got home I Google searched for a couple of back ground images I need for one of the paper quilling project I am working on. After that I started the wash. 

Another upload for yesterday was one I caught on the same trip to the church. It was on the corner of one of the street I was using on my drive. 

Time is racing by today so I am going to have to make dinner a quick and easy one.

We are having another of the gorgeous autumn days to enjoy. Some cooler days are creeping in more often now so winter is approaching hoping it would pass inspection as “bright”. 

An upload for today is called “bright”. I found myself searching and snapping all kinds of the sun’s reflections but as I was examining them in Photoshop none struck my fancy so as my upload I used this bright yellow refuse truck. 

The word for today is perception.   Perception is a mirror not a fact. And what I look on is my state of mind, reflected outward, Ralph Waldo Emerson. Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth, Marcus Aurelius. It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see, Henry David Thoreau.  All our knowledge is the offspring of our perceptions, Leonardo da Vinci.  It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view, George Eliot.  We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses, Abraham Lincoln.  How sweet is the perception of a new natural fact! Henry David Thoreau.  There is nothing so confining as the prisons our own perceptions, William Shakespeare. The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this. William Wordsworth.

My second upload today was snapped as I was waiting in line at McDonald’s (I go there often, don’t I?). I believe the man was changing some signage on a well know restaurant and entertainment establishment.

Here’s an interesting and perhaps educational thing do to this season. This article is about using a train at the Ohio Railway Museum during this holiday (Halloween) season for a “spooky” and historic trip. Apparently there is a “Ghost Trolley” at the museum. There is noting that is “overly frightening” for guests and children. The train is decorated and presents a mile and a half round trip ride. The ride begins at 990 Proprietors Road in Worthington. The ride is advertised as a “tour through our decorated cars, hear some ghost stories and hop on a train ride for a venture into the woods”. At the end of the trip you get a “goodie bag”. One on the trains at the museum is called the Norfolk and Western Railway locomotive 578...built in 1910 so is now 112 years old. The Norfolk and Western Railway was originally founded in 1870. In 1876 when is reached Columbus there were five connecting railroads. They were freight-hauling and passenger service as well as used in “coal mining trades”. One of the stories they tell is about a  “post-office rail car 6510". It was built in 1920 and stayed in service until 1970. Of course being a “post-office car” other things happened on this train. One day a box that measured 6 feet long and 2 feet wide was loaded on the train. It was a “big old casket”. The conductor on the ride tells about the train’s history. There were “challenges down the line....hobos”. It is said that when you see one of the hobos it is a sign of a ghost. A little of the history of the museum is that it is one of the oldest railroad museum in America. This is a part of history in our city. At this point in time it is designed to educate “through displays and demonstrations, the role and effect of the railroads in the life of the people and businesses of Ohio and the United States”. The “Ghost Trolley” isn’t the only event the museum hosts. It will be hosting Letter to Santa in December. Then the cars will be decorated for Christmas and Mrs. Claus will be there. There will be a goodie bag and a train ride. 

I am going to gather things from the freezer to use in the air fryer for dinner. 

Joy

                          ....behind the scene....

 October 25, 2022 Force tells weak from strong for a moment; truth tells right from wrong all the time. Chinese Proverb

This first upload for October 24 was “dark”. I don’t shoot much at night. I do have a few that are pretty good but I didn’t have time to search the archives so I got this one of the half-opened door and the crack of darkness inside. 

It’s been a busy day. The cleaning lady was here today....she got a phone call when she and her mother were about done here. There was an emergency and a family member was being taken to Doctor’s Hospital by emergency squad. 

Just before she got here and as she was working I got the newsletter done up to the financial information part. That’s good. I should be able to finish it tomorrow hopefully before the end of the day so I can print on Thursday. 

After she left I was able to get a start on the letter for today before getting ready to go to church for food pantry.....

The second upload for yesterday is from the archives. This is one of our larger quiet neighborhood streets in the good ol’ summer time. There is a school bus and a walker in the distance. 

I am home from pantry. It ended up that we had a good number of people today. It started out very slow and we figured that would be the way the day was going but things picked up and we had more than the average number of visitors. 

The first upload for today is “light”. I caught this one when I was sitting at a traffic light. I liked the ray of sunlight hitting the bumper of the car. Then there is the man made lights along the bottom of the trunk. 

The word today is path.  No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path. Buddha.  Adversity is the first path to truth. Lord Byron.  Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence. Henry David Thoreau. Towering genius disdains a beaten path. It seeks regions hitherto unexplored. Abraham Lincoln. Remember when life's path is steep to keep your mind even. Horace. On this path let the heart be your guide, Rumi.  One path alone leads to a life of peace. The path of virtu, Juvenal. Mountains cannot be surmounted except by winding paths, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Seek the wisdom that will untie your knot. Seek the path that demands your whole being, Rumi. Flowers are sent to do God's work in unrevealed paths, and to diffuse influence by channels that we hardly suspect, Henry Ward Beecher.  We should not let grass grow on the path of friendship, Marie Therese Rodet Geoffrin.  

This second upload for today was shot the other day when I was looking for “rainbow”. This is in the sanctuary with light shining through the stained glass windows. 

A little history about one of our communities. I have read, and seen, some quaint shops, quirky art in Hilliard Ohio. In 1852 a man names John Hilliard bought ten acres of farmland near Columbus. He counted on a railway passing that way as the Columbus, Piqua and Indiana Railroad. That happened and that land later became known as the Hilliard Station. In the west part of town the Applegate Tile Company grew. The clay near Big Darby Creek was good for making tile. Soon other businesses opened to serve community needs. There were mills, groceries, dry good and produce. There were “smithies”, shoemakers, dressmakers, brick masons and more. The first home in what is now called Hilliard were made of logs then brick. In 1836 Wesley Chapel near Hilliard “recorded the earliest known burial”. Around that a train coming into the area from Columbus to Pleasant Valley (now Plain City) cost twenty-eight cents. This is an interesting part of the article...the railroad station was made of three boxcars later replaced with a normal station structure. Early settlers lived in the cabins “made of trees”. Days would begin as early as four or five in the morning. The men worked in fields or hunted. The women “women cooked, made clothes, and raised the children....  The children attended school when possible and had many chores”. In 1850 there was a population of 770. Seventy-seven of them lived in an area called Scioto this is what Hilliard was called before it was known as Hilliard’s Station. In 1854 the post office was “established”.That was the same time that Hilliard’s Station became “Hilliard”. The original train station is now a part of Hilliard’s historical Weaver Park. In the present there are areas of  “rich heritage of residential structures and architectural styles can be found in the historic district along Norwich Street.”

We are having left over baked spaghetti for dinner. 

Joy

                           parts of life in a city

 October 23, 2022 a thought for today, Consider the past and you shall know the future. Chinese Proverb

The first upload for yesterday was “matching”. I found this in my archives when I was searching for a particular photo of the twins. I felt the three Christmas bow/ribbons were “matching”. 

Today was my kind of church service, relating the lessons of the bible to today’s world and to our daily living. Given in plain everyday language making it more relatable and worth making an effort to carry on. The hymns were a perfect fit to the overall message, the Assurance of Forgiveness perfect, Prayers of the People, and finally the Charge and Benediction, perfect. Now my week can start refreshed and with renewal. Three of my dear friends who are not always there were there today too. 

Lowell stopped by yesterday. He is loaning me a laptop computer to play with for a while. I am still also in search for a new ipad. With some direction and helpful suggestions from an awesome IT guy/friend I use to work with, I am close to a decision on the one I want and will work for me. 

My second photo a day upload for yesterday was a free choice as many are right now with one of the online photo clubs. So I picked this on of an old furry friend. He went “over the rainbow” many years ago leaving behind many memories.  

I did a relaxed photo search trip on the way home from church. I have a few snaps to add to my archives. 

As is my custom I don’t have much on the agenda, just relax, refresh, reflect. It is a beautiful autumn Sunday. 

Today’s first photo upload was “natural”. This is very natural in our area for this time of year. 

The word for today is others.  Those who are at war with others are not at peace with themselves. I prefer to be true to myself, even at the hazard of incurring the ridicule of others, rather than to be false, and to incur my own abhorrence. Frederick Douglass. A day wasted on others is not wasted on one's self. Charles Dickens. We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.    From the errors of others, a wise man corrects his own. Publilius Syrus. That some achieve great success, is proof to all that others can achieve it as well. Abraham Lincoln.  Virtues are acquired through endeavor, Which rests wholly upon yourself. So, to praise others for their virtues Can but encourage one's own efforts. Thomas Paine.  From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about. Thomas Moore.  The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves. John Dryden.  Retire at various times into the solitude of your own heart, even while outwardly engaged in discussions or transactions with others, and talk to God. Saint Francis de Sales. If men possessed wisdom, which stands in the same relation to the form of man as the sight to the eye, they would not cause any injury to themselves or to others; for the knowledge of truth removes hatred and quarrels, and prevents mutual injuries. Maimonides.

My second upload today was of this shadow....I like shadows. I was searching for a different subject matter when this one caught my eye so I snapped it to use when the needed something I likes. It was shot yesterday when I was looking for something “matching”. Two parts of a sign near this light was two sections in the same color. I didn’t pick it as a useful one for my purpose. 

I’ve often thought what fun it would be to go through an attic in a very old house where things were stored over a time space of  many years. This article reminded me of such as that. The article is about how artifacts were found under a staircase that was being repaired in a Rushfille Ohio home.  The owner of this house thinks some of the finds may have ties to the Undergound Railroad. When work began on the stairs the workers assumed it was a normal spiral stairs. As they moved on they found inside a hollow of one step “stuff” that looked like it have been intentionally concealed there. The items turned out to be nearly 200 years old.  “A pair of leather shoe soles, a tin of shoe polish, a horse hair brush, old rags, square iron nails, and piece of newspaper dated May 1854". In the found newspaper there was an article about an anti-slavery convention in Cincinnati, Ohio in April 1854. After those items were found, the owner did some further “digging” on the history of the house. It has been a safe house on the Underground Railroad. The pair of shoe soles found in the house may be part of a good luck ritual. He found that often old shoe soles were hidden in different areas of safe houses “meant to bring good fortune and protection to the house and the people living in there”.  This ritual could be traced back to medieval England. Someone asked him what he planned to do with the items, he said “'I’m not particularly superstitious but I feel if they were kept here in the house for a reason, then it makes sense just to keep them here.'”

I think we will have taco take out for dinner....the Mexican pizza is back, they discontinued it for a while. 

Joy

                                    wellll.....

 October 21, 2022 a thought for today, A pointed proverb is like a diamond: it emits light, and it also cuts. Hebrew Proverb

The first upload for October 20 was. “rainbow”. I was in the church sanctuary when I noticed the light coming through the stained glass window’s were leaving a rainbow of color on the columns. I decided to make a shot of the window. Then use the motion filter in Photoshop to share with you my image of rainbow colors. 

Sue got her car. She is so happy. It’s good to see her so relaxed now. Hopefully my worries will be just that .... plain worries. It is a nice looking car. She got it yesterday and has already been out for hours today. 

I have been putting some time in studying about ipads to see which one I feel will be best for me. I have also spent time this morning getting paper ready for the next part of the current paper quilling project I am working on. I started out this morning with a list of things I want to get done.

The second upload for yesterday was of an arrangement I had on my dining room table. I added a filter to give it a painterly look.

This is pizza night so I won’t be making parts of dinner in the air fryer but I decided to try my hand a making bread pudding in the fryer. I have the first batch done and they look delicious. Later, to go with the pizza I am going to make a blooming onion in the fryer.  

This has been a busy week so I am taking today on the easy side. I think I will put a little time on the newsletter though since it is due next week. 

My fist upload for today is “my fav colour”. I have lots of favorite colors...it depends on my mood , on the day and what colors are around me. Today it is a close up of my red winter coat. 

The word for today is new. Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end. Seneca.  Whatever you do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius and power and magic in it, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. What the caterpillar calls the end the rest of the world calls a butterfly, Lao Tzu. Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is a slow ripening fruit, Aristotle.  Great minds have purposes others have wishes, Washington Irving. The sun is new each day. Heraclitus. The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true. Edgar Allan Poe. All things must change to something new, to something strange. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. I grow old learning something new every day. Solon.

This second upload for today is my back fence. It is a shadow of my neighbor’s vinyl fence on my wooden fence. And if you look real closely there is a touch of color hidden in the shadow, a weed with a tiny bloom on top.   

This is an interesting idea. Maybe it will spread. This article is about a school here in Columbus, German Village, that is going to add a health clinic and an adult learning center to their building.  Second and third grade students at the St. Mary School wore yellow and blue plastic hard hats and smiles as the sang “Can we fix it?” with arms in the air and the shouted “yes, we can”. Then the sang “Bob the Builder” in the gym at the groundbreaking. This was the beginning of the renovations on the elementary school building. Along with the renovation of the school part of the plan is to work on a building neighboring the school that is “housing the church offices”. It will be “home” to a Nationwide Children’s Hospital school health center and Dominican Learning Center....an adult education center run by the Dominican Sisters of Peace. The church office will move to the rectory. I also learned from this article that a historic sanctuary was hit by lightning a few years ago then the Diocese of Columbus bought the Golden Hobby shop and made it the middle school building for St. Mary School. The elementary school renovations, mentioned at the beginning, will add 10,000 square feet of new class rooms, outdoor play area and more. In the health center there will be a nurse practitioner, a therapist and a nurse. 

Pizza night has rolled around again!!!

Joy

             weather, time and age and the human animal touch

 October 19, 2022 a thought for today, When a dove begins to associate with crows its feathers remain white but its heart grows black. German Proverb

Yesterday’s food pantry was busy...the kind we like. We had an extra person at the intake desk to so that helped. The number of people we have visit us varies every day so we never know how busy it will be. On a side note it is interesting for me....we meet so many people and learn so many stories. It enriches my life. It’s good to be helpful to people who need us and on the other side of the coin it is good to learn about their lives. Sometimes in speaking with them we find that there other ways that we are able to help them. It’s good for both.  

The first upload for October 18 was titled “pattern”. This is a close image to one I uploaded a couple of days ago but the two colors (the title the other day) and patterns were much alike. 

I don’t have much left on today’s agenda beside food pantry again today. I finished the bulletin and the envelopes and birthday card earlier this morning. 

Sue is looking at a car she may want to buy so I will be taking her for another look when I get back this afternoon. 

The second upload yesterday was another from my well used archives. This is a park bench among the trees at the park down the street from my home. 

With the change in the weather, day before yesterday pushed the temperature drop some more. I ended up putting an electric blanket on the bed and set it at the lowest setting. It felt cozy last night.

One pleasant part of yesterday after I was home from pantry was a surprise visit from Lowell. It always adds light to my day when he stops by. 

The up load today is called “black and white”. This is a photo I took a while back of a local shopping mall. It was in color but I worked with Photoshop to turn it to black and white. Some black and white photos present themselves better than the color counter part. 

The word to day is never. Good, better, best. Never let it rest. 'Til your good is better and your better is best. St. Jerome. It is never too late to be what you might have been. George Eliot.  Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God's handwriting. Ralph Waldo Emerson.  We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves. Buddha. Learning never exhausts the mind. Leonardo da Vinci. Lost time is never found again. Benjamin Franklin.  Never be in a hurry; do everything quietly and in a calm spirit. Do not lose your inner peace for anything whatsoever, even if your whole world seems upset. Saint Francis de Sales.  Nature never did betray the heart that loved her. William Wordsworth.  I have never met a man so ignorant that I couldn't learn something from him. Galileo Galilei.  A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds. A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love. Saint Basil. Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all. Emily Dickinson. Let us never know what old age is. Let us know the happiness time brings, not count the years. Ausonius. 

Seems like today is an archive day. This one was taken a few years ago near where I worked for the US Courts. The replica of the Santa Maria was parked on the river right outside our back door.  

Well it looks like part of a place in my “history” and fond memory will become something different. I spent some of my adult/youth in Mt. Carmel Hospital, opened in 1886, as a nursing student. The building has been torn down. It appears now that the space it took up will become an urban park. It is located in the Franklinton area and seems to becoming part of the changes happening in that part of our city. Part of the property was donated to the city Recreation and Parks Department. Since the hospital was closed at this location and moved to Grove City the space has gradually turned to residential, commercial and office spaces. Now a 1.7 acre parcel will be dedicated as a public parkland adding “green space” in the Franklinton community.   

We will be trying frozen fish cutlets in the air fryer tonight. We have been using it for at least one thing in the dinner menu every night since we got it. So far so good. 

Joy

                                ..... everything........

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October 17, 2022, Most adults are attentive to what someone is doing, but children see beyond that. Indian Proverb

The plan for Sue to rent a car on Sunday to go see the twins fell through. That was a huge disappointment, I felt so bad for her. After some calls she was able to arrange for the girls to be dropped off here for an hours visit. That brightened things considerably. We both got to enjoy seeing their growth (in height and in attitude....they are coming closer to pre-teen in that sense). 

One of the uploads for yesterday was “one colour”. It’s really difficult to separate a landscape photo to just one color. It’s not easy to separate anything with just one color. I tried with this vehicle. It is a beautiful red car but there are small “color” touches here and there. 

Saturday after we got home from the grocery pick up and put away Bob went back to Kroger to get his annual flu shot and was able to get it as a walk in. Sue had tired to get hers at Walgreen a week ago as a walk in and was told she needed an appointment. So today she and I went to Kroger and got ours....as walk ins. I will plan to get me COVID booster in a couple of weeks and see that Bob does too. 

The second upload for yesterday.....I dipped into my archives again. This was taken in my side yard a couple of years ago. 

After we got our shots, we did a little shopping for some things we had forgotten. Then Sue needed to do some other short errands. As she was completing her errands, I waited in the car and caught up on some photo captures and some reading in my newest book selection....”Never” by Ken Follett. It’s a long one and I am hoping I will be able to finish it before I have to ask for an extension on the twenty-one day limit. 

Today the weather is turning to the cooler parts of autumn. There is a slight chill in the air and the wind is picking up. But the tree colors are gorgeous. Time for raking leaves is only a few days away now. 

I am wanting to get a new ipad (tablet). The one I have is about six years old (5 gig memory). The new ones are up to  512 gig now. That one, the 512 gig, is way out of my reach money wise but anything bigger than the one I have now is a huge improvement. I have contacted an old  friend, a top-notch IT that I worked with years ago, for advice. 

The upload I made for today to fit the assignment title, “two colours” took a little searching. I like the “searching”. It makes me more observant and I notice a lot of things that I would otherwise not see. This is one of the walls at McDonalds. 

I have to get some other things done in a while and I want to work a little more on my paper quilled sea turtle in the under water scene I am doing for one of great grand children before I leave for my session meeting at church tonight.  

The word for today is neglect.  If a man neglects education, he walks lame to the end of his life. Plato. Those who have virtue always in their mouths, and neglect it in practice, are like a harp, which emits a sound pleasing to others, while itself is insensible of the music. Diogenes.  Negligence is the rust of the soul, that corrodes through all her best resolves, Owen Feltham.  A little neglect may breed great mischief; for want of a nail the shoe was lost; for want of the shoe the horse was lost; for want of the horse the rider was lost--being overtaken and slain by an enemy--all for the want of care about a horse-shoe nail, Benjamin Franklin.  Whoever neglects the arts when he is young has lost the past and is dead to the future. Sophocles. Heaven has given to every human being the power of controlling his passions, and if he neglects or loses it, the fault is his own, and he must be answerable for it. John Quincy Adams. A little neglect may breed great mischief, Benjamin Franklin.  Every boy wants someone older than himself to whom he may go in moods of confidence and yearning. The neglect of this child's want by grown people . . . is a fertile source of suffering, Henry Ward Beecher. Yes, I see the Church as the body of Christ. But, oh! How we have blemished and scarred that body through social neglect and through fear of being nonconformists, Martin Luther.  

For the second upload today I have another choice from the archives. This is a neighbor’s house. The textures and shapes caught my attention. 

It seems that the number of bicycle trails are growing around Columbus. Hopefully this is good for so many reasons, personal and community wise. This time this article is talking about a bike trail that would provide connections to the south side including the New Metro Park. “Metro Parks has applied for funding to build a bike and pedestrian bridge over Route 104 on the South Side”. It is part of a new trail that would run from Scioto Audubon Metro Park to I-270.This would connect “several destinations along the way.....a much more direct connection to downtown than the Scioto Trail does”.Some of the land for this project is behind the Great Southern shopping center. There is a quarry on the west and I-270 in the south. This new part of the trail would be “just under four miles in length”. It would be near a stretch of land that was once a canal. Another part of the trail would travel through Heer Park. Metro Parks has also applied for a new trail connection at Highbanks Park. This would include a new bridge connecting the River Bluff Area to the main park.  

I think we will be having hamburgers and fries (in the air fryer) for dinner tonight. 

Joy

                This is just a normal sight in neighborhoods. 

 

 October 15, 2022 a thought for today, When the drop is inside, the sense is outside. Irish Proverb

We’ll start the letter with my first photo a day upload for yesterday.... “stripes”. I missed the stripes on the back of the fire truck as it pasted me on my way home so I settled for an image of the shadow stripes of my porch swing upon itself. 

It has become typical, as you may have noticed from other letters, I do curb side pick up for groceries every Saturday now. Today was a bit different. We went for the usual pick up and this is a large order (I have ordered things to try in the air fryer hopefully ones that will cut my time in the kitchen in half). As we were “checking out”, which is slightly different at curb side, a problem developed with the “tablets” they use for check out. It ended up that we had to go inside to do the financial portion of the check out. My favorite clerk (Annie), the one who brings my order out most of the time, was discouraged with the technical problems.  

When I got home and before I put the groceries away, Sue needed a ride. She is renting a car to go see her great granddaughters. 

My second upload for yesterday was from the archives. It was shot on one of my walks in the alley behind my house. This was a “field”of poppies in a neighbor’s back yard.

Sue has finally got compensation for a very serious auto accident she had a few years ago and wants to buy a car. I’m worried that her reaction time is not what it use to be so I am concerned for her safety. As you may have discerned, I am a natural and probably an award winning worry wart. 

We are having another nice autumn day. As far as I am concerned we can’t have enough of this kind. On the other hand......short changes in seasons have their good side. 

One of the photo uploads for today is “floral”. My blooming plants seem to be taking a rest from producing blooms right now. However, my Christmas cactus is starting her production early....she has given me this first bloom to whet my appetite. 

The word for today is nature.  Nature always wears the colors of the spirit, Ralph Waldo Emerson. In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous, Aristotle. Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience, Ralph Waldo Emerson. Delicious autumn! Just living is not enough... one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower. Hans Christian Andersen. For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver. Martin Luther. The bluebird carries the sky on his back. Henry David Thoreau. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. William Shakespeare. There is not a sprig of grass that shoots uninteresting to me. Thomas Jefferson.  The Amen of nature is always a flower. Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.  Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within. Alfred Lord Tennyson. We do not see nature with our eyes, but with our understandings and our hearts. William Hazlitt. The sun, too, shines into cesspools and is not polluted. Diogenes. The tree that is beside the running water is fresher and gives more fruit. Saint Teresa of Avila. Nature will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain. Henry David Thoreau.

This second upload for today is also from my archives. I like the lines and colors and feelings of space and travel this image gives. 

This article is about school age children and a sewing. Here’s something I never thought about but is most likely a good learning experience. As is common with all educational experiences many things are learned besides the main reason for the class/lesson.  The article started out talking about how young teens like watching streamed TV or computer games but we see that are into sewing. There is a school in Jeromesville, Ohio where fifth through eight grade students are learning the art of quilting. At this school there is no home economics class so the quilting class fills that spot. The class started the year with eight students and just a few tools. At the start of the second year there were fifteen students. The teacher of the class is “letting creativity run free”. As the article went on the teacher planned that since quilting skills are not normally taught regularly in school she “fills the gap by teaching mini lessons at the beginning of their lunchtime meetings....like how the machine works and how to sew a straight seam”. She lays the fabric out and turns them loose. Then the students practice. Some of the students will start full quilts, some begin by making “their own projects, potholders and pet beds to pillowcases. When their porjects are finished they keep or donate their work. Some give to family or friends. This class has become a club and has gotten outside help from donations and even grant money. They have been able to purchase more machines. Donations of fabric and materials come in from the community. 

 We will be having something from the air fryer for dinner. I have ordered some things to try that we picked up at the store today. 

Joy

                                            road side views

 October 13, 2022 a thought for today, What is nearest the heart is nearest the mouth. Irish Proverb

When I saw the “assignment” title for yesterday’s photo a day, “brown” I couldn’t get one of several photos I captured of some of the horses my niece use to ride. So I went to my trusty archives and found this portrait. He was a sweet heart and didn’t mind having his photo made.

Thursday, nick named “the busy day”, for me. The printing was done quietly and no problems. I was hoping to have a customary chat with Chris but he wasn’t there. Haven’t had a chance to talk with him for three or four weeks. 

As has become my custom, after I left the church I went on a short trip looking for my photos. I found a few....you’ll most likely see them later. Once at home I got a couple of things started on the computer then cleaned the frig and unloaded/loaded the dishwasher. I am holding off starting it until the second load of laundry that I just put in, on the wash cycle, is done. I think there will still be enough hot water. 

The second photo a day entry of yesterday, also from the archives is an image of a neighbor’s wall taken as I was going through an alley. An old stone wall with a vine and flowers. 

We are having another beautiful autumn day. I want to enjoy these as much as I can because winter is coming and I have learned that those winter days don’t get any easier as age creeps in. They become harder to move, both physically and gracefully, through especially with when the ice and snow appear. 

With the printing, photo search and key wording and filing done, frig done, dish washer done, laundry mostly done, I have the rest of the day to regenerate. I need to find my next paper quilling pattern/project to make and send to my great grand kids. 

Today’s photo a day was “pop of color”. I shot several images for this upload and chose this one. As was driving down my street on my way to church this tree of gorgeous orange leaves couldn’t be passed without stopping for a captured moment in time. 

The word today is music. Where words fail, music speaks. Hans Christian Andersen. Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything. Plato. Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent. Victor Hugo. Beautiful music is the art of the prophets that can calm the agitations of the soul; it is one of the most magnificent and delightful presents God has given us. Martin Luther. When words leave off, music begins. Heinrich Heine. Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears from the eyes of woman. Ludwig van Beethoven. Music is well said to be the speech of angels. Thomas Carlyle. Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy. Ludwig van Beethoven. If you look deep enough you will see music; the heart of nature being everywhere music. Thomas Carlyle. Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life, Berthold Auerbach. Music cleanses the understanding; inspires it, and lifts it into a realm which it would not reach if it were left to itself, Henry Ward Beecher. Music is the universal language of mankind, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. There is geometry in the humming of the strings, there is music in the spacing of the spheres. Pythagoras.  

This second upload image was one of the several I shot for the “pop of color” shot. As I was starting the car, I noticed the leave caught among the rain drops and couldn’t resist shooting.

Here is a story about another renovation or preservation of established architecture. There is such a church-type space being used here in Columbus where an effort to preserve the Summit Methodist Church along with the architecture of Edward A. Sövik has been accomplished. A lady who spent her career in the Columbus Public Schools worked toward this goal. She and her peers met at the Ohio State Wesley Foundation on 16th Avenue. This building in 1954 later became a presence for the Summit United Methodist Church community. The church was created in 1977 by a “merger between University United Methodist Church, Indianola United Methodist Church, and the Wesley Foundation at the Ohio State University”. Six years were spent re-designing and remodeling to create a worship space with a kitchen as well as other necessary renovations. The first service in the newly remodels space was held on May 1, 1983. In 1988 a Reiger Organ from Austria was added. The article related that “the church interior is the intervention of award-winning mid-century architect, Edward Sövik”. In this unique building he flexible seating that could be used as assembly space as well addition os podiums that could be moved into sections of the space. He designed “custom art glass graphic” as an alternative to traditional glass work. He calls the sanctuary the “Centrum”. He states it is space for both “lay and cleric, civic and sacred functions for a modern community whose activities are not limited to Sunday morning”. Other of the pieces this artist designed is a granite baptismal font, “undulating” wood ceilings incorporating qualities of light and space “characteristic of his Scandinavian design legacy”. He encouraged future designers to be artists. The article ends with “the Summit Methodist Centrum offers design basics....flexible function ...... integrity of materials....a modern artifact that Columbus would do well to preserve and use.”

I haven’t decided about dinner yet....something from the freezer since this is one of those busy days....haven’t mastered the air fryer yet....however it does make things faster, cleaner and tastier. 

Joy

                                                      mañana

 October 11, 2022 a thought for today, The pitcher that goes often to the fountain leaves there either its handle or its spout. Italian Proverb

Good morning...my first photo-a-day entry (for yesterday) was “pink”. This is a photo of one of my first (re-visited) hobbies....paper quilling. Here’s a bit of history of this art, The origin of quilling as an art form is traced to Renaissance Europe, when nuns and monks used it to decorate book covers and religious items. The paper most commonly used was strips of paper trimmed from the gilded edges of books. Some say it began in ancient Egypt, while others believe it originated in ancient China following the invention of paper. The first tool for creating the rolled paper was a chicken or bird feather or quill. I now use a battery operated tool to complete the roll before the shaping begins. Maybe this art since it relates to books in the renaissance may speak to my interest in books...reading, writing, paper quilling and paper marbling (another art associated with books). 

Yesterday was a “travel” day for me. Sue had a dental appointment and needed a ride. I took her at about 10:00. I came back home to get some things done. I got some of the bulletin done. My daily letter done. Art work framed. Dishes cleared. And a couple of family matters to consider. All the while the clock was ticking away. I didn’t hear anything after about one o’clock so I began to worry. I still waited a while. Finally I sent her a text to send me a text to let me know that everything was ok. Still, another hour and no answer to the text or a call to pick her up. Finally, I called the dentist’s office...went to machine answering. And a final finally about four o’clock she called for me to pick her up. She had been fifth in line to see the dentist and it took all that time. Oh, and during the driving parts of this adventure I ran into traffic I am no longer familiar with.....school busses stopping and school crossing flags. 

The second entry yesterday is from my archives. I was able several years ago to visit an orange grove in California where I snapped this image

Today the GE man was scheduled to come and fix the ice maker. I didn’t get the usual email/text that they were coming so I called the office. We were on the schedule. He got here about nine o’clock. The new ice maker is in and beginning to work. This was a summer of hurry up and wait. First it was my car, that nightmare drug out for three months. Then the ice maker/frig/ freezer from August 8 until today, waiting for a final fix.....a total of six months of hurry up and wait....lessons learned....memories made.....life lived.

Now things have gotten a little quieter around here for the rest of the day....I think. I still have some work on the bulletin and a shove for it but I think I will put that off until tomorrow morning. 

On October 10 I had a third photo a day entry. This one was titles “reflection”. Here’s another selfie....reflecting myself in the mirror on the wall. 

The word today is mistake.  No man chooses evil because it's evil. He only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks, Mary Wollstonecraft. He that speaks much, is much mistaken. Benjamin Franklin. Rough diamonds may sometimes be mistaken for worthless pebbles. Thomas Browne. Nobody made a greater mistake than he who did nothing because he could do only a little, Edmund Burke. Do not fear mistakes. You will know failure. Continue to reach out, Benjamin Franklin. We must not say that every mistake is a foolish one, Marcus Tullius Cicero.  The most formidable weapon against errors of every kind is reason, Thomas Paine. Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.   One who makes no mistakes makes nothing, Giacomo Casanova. Every trail has its end, and every calamity brings its lesson!  James Fenimore Cooper. The mistakes of the fool are known to the world, but not to himself. The mistakes of the wise man are known to himself, but not to the world, Charles Caleb Colton. 

The first upload for today is “grey”. This is part of the front end of my new (per owned) grey car. 

Here’s another bit of Columbus that I knew nothing about. I am eager to find out more about what might be here that I would like to share.  This one is about a part of the OSU campus. I took some classes there a few years ago, this garden hadn’t been created yet. I missed it. I haven’t been back on the OSU campus for a number of years. This “garden” is on of sculpted number and mathematical formulas, most appropriate for a campus such as The OSU. The article put is as “Math and Art Are Stereotypically seen as two opposite ends of a spectrum”. The “digits” are human sized. The “formulas (and formulaic constants) are hidden on pavers along the walk ways. These number and formulas can be found outside the engineering building. The garden was created in 1994 with these sculptures of copper and bronze. I was amazed to read that “the formulas reflect the electrical engineering and computer science activities and classes that take place within the surrounding buildings.”  The zero can be used for pictures as it “resembles the university’s logo”. The garden cannot be reached by vehicle. It takes a walk to see the garden. 

The second upload for today is drawn from the archives. It taken into the window in a closed shop in Mt. Sterling Ohio. The old wagon wheel with other relics behind and around it. 

I am using the air fryer again (I am loving it...why did I wait so long). So far we have enjoyed everything I have made in it. We are having tuna cakes and fresh baked dinner rolls. 

Joy

     love the bright yellow....needs a touch up