At Tyler Park

My husband and I went to Tyler Park in Newtown, PA, today. It’s a very hilly large park that we’ve been to many times before, but not recently. We took the five-mile course around and saw a lot. Now, we don’t run together – we go in opposite directions, meet in the middle, wave, keep on, and meet again at the finish. So it was just me and a couple of clay figurines – I dropped them off in a couple of good spots. The first one was left on a rock maybe 10 minutes into the exercise:

The other one finished up on a picnic table about 35 or 40 minutes along the way, near the highest point in the park.

And here are some sights I saw along the way. It’s really getting to be autumn now, I think. It was chilly and windy and gray with the trees beginning to turn.

That’s it for today!

Pittsburgh Sights #1

As you know, I attended my son’s wedding in Pittsburgh a week or so ago. While there, my husband and I went sightseeing. We’ve been to the city several times before, so we’ve done the tourist rounds and we have a little familiarity with things. This time we were occupied with wedding events and so our sightseeing was more fragmented.

By now you know that when I go places I don’t see the same sights most people do – museums, shopping, etc. Though I visit them, of course, my preferred activity is just wandering around. I find all kinds of things interesting and I find them in plenitude just walking down the street. It’s a good trait to have – I never get bored, do I?

So my travel photos tend to involved different views than many other people take. I’m going to prove it with the next few posts – my trip to Pittsburgh, a very interesting city.

I’ll start with buses.

I love the buses in this city. They are painted all kinds of colors, and there are a lot of them. I can’t tell you how interesting it makes the streets to see all these big colorful creatures roaring around. I’ve written about them before – they got my attention right away when I visited my son, who was living here at the time, in 2013.

Here’s the current group of photos, and I want to say I think buses are a Pittsburgh monument.

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say something

say something

Scattered Across the State

My son got married this past weekend. I am still so excited about the whole event. What a wonderful time for our family. Now I’m a mother-in-law, and I’m hoping to do a really good job. My husband and I have a great daughter-in-law and my son is so happy. Fantastic!

The wedding was held in Pittsburgh, across the state from where we live in Philadelphia. The trip takes us almost the whole length of the Pennsylvania Turnpike. So, my husband and I decided to leave some souvenirs of our passing along the way to Pittsburgh.

The turnpike is a limited access road; there are rest stops along the way. They’ve been rebuilt in the past 10 or so years and they all look alike, you’ll notice. So did the old ones, but they were cramped and out of date (the turnpike has been around since the 1950’s). I particularly like the signage – the state of Pennsylvania is represented with the road stretching across it. The red star is the current location. We were traveling from east to west, or from right to left. Notice the red star moving along with us…

First stop, Lawn.

Next, Blue Mountain.

North Somerset.

We stop a lot on driving trips, as you can see. It’s only a five-hour drive, but…I like to get out of the car, and we needed to eat lunch, and so on and so on!

In Pittsburgh we went to Schenley Park. We ran one day and took a walk the afternoon after the wedding on Saturday. We left several figurines scattered around – here’s a representative one.

Now we have left good wishes for the newlyweds all over the whole state!

What you want

What you want

What you want

Identification, Name Tag, Return Address, and So On

I’ve been noticing recently how everything seems to have a name and identification information, if you look for it.

Of course it does, you say, of course everything has a name. Well, what I mean is, things actually go a bit further. Look at any object and most likely it will have a manufacturer’s name on it, or the name of the product, and where it was made.

No one is anonymous! I like that, somehow.

I can illustrate this phenomenon with a few photos I took this morning. Pretty ordinary objects, I thought. This sign, for instance, along the rail trail. On the back, you can get the whole family history of this sign, and all the others that were recently erected along the trail (a new section just opened). Think about it. All these objects were manufactured together and traveled down here to the trail in a group, rode out to their sites together and then got settled, one by one. We know this for a fact. It’s comforting, somehow.

Even the miles on this trail know who they are.

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Here’s one I really like. Along the trail there are numerous abandoned control boxes from when the line was active – service ended in the 1980’s but before that there had been rail traffic for 80+ years.

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This box was manufactured by the Union Switch and Signal Company in Swissvale, PA. It says so right across the body of the box.

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Curious, I looked up the company. Swissvale is in the Pittsburgh area – I’ve been there myself, actually. Pittsburgh is famous for its manufacturing history, so this object is one of millions created in the factories there in the past. US&S was founded by George Westinghouse 130 years ago and the company still exists today as a subsidiary of an Italian company, still making rail traffic control equipment.

This box knows who it is and now I do, too. Somehow I find that very satisfying. I intend to keep paying attention to the world around me for ID info. I like knowing who I’m dealing with in everyday life!




too often.

too often

too often.

A View You Don’t See Too Often

I had the camera out and I was taking pictures outside my house. For some reason the idea came to me to try some photos of places I couldn’t actually see – the inside of these pipes. Kind of interesting – here are spaces no one looks at and yet there they are, as well defined and as much as a place as my front porch or the inside of my refrigerator.

Who cares

Who cares

Who cares

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