Country roads in Pennsylvania are special in the Autumn. We use to live in Pike County and travel this road almost every day. Familiarity can cause boredom but this road always seemed to be changing. In the spring the colors were faint but in autumn they were explosive. The same is true where we now live in Pittsburgh. You don’t have to go far to find a road with explosive autumn color and the drive becomes the destination.
We began to follow a Facebook group called North Park Eagles. We had no idea there were Eagles there. Growing up in Pittsburgh we were more familiar with the city Parks and South Park than North Park. So we decided to search for the Eagles realizing we would probably not find any. We didn’t but we now know the park a little better and where o search for them.
Still it was a beautiful day and we had a great hike and found one curious young buck that left his group in the tall grass to check us out.
COVID-19 has turned our lives upside down. I was curious to see how it would impact the neighborhood Halloween spirit. If you have never experienced the holiday in our neighborhood you are missing something. People travel from surrounding neighborhoods just to trick or treat here. While there will be no door to door trick or treating this year CPVID 19 does not seem to have spoiled the spirit,
The Cathedral of Learning is easy to take for granted if you live in Pittsburgh. We drive by it all the time but familiarity makes it no less spectacular or beautiful. Think about it. It is the tallest educational structure in the USA and third in the world.It is also one of the few built in an art deco style. Next time you cruise by take a moment for appreciation.
I have been to only two of the wonders of the modern world. Unlike The Roman Coliseum, Chichen Itza is really a collection of wonders. Of course the the famous pyramid is the centerpiece. However, the ball field, observatory and smaller pyramids are all fascinating and worth seeing in their own right. Truly a remarkable experience.
I am of a firm belief that good photographs tell a story, reveal a mystery or in some way createan emotional response. I do record scenes just because they are pretty but rarely offer them for sale or publish them, I identify more with Henri Cartier-Bresson than Ansel Adams. Sure I could have just take a picture of this colorful foliage. However, the story for me is how the reflections of the trees change the nature of the swampy wetland.
Pennsylvania is really special in the Autumn. It ranks highest of all the states for seasonal color. Color itself is not enough to make a good photograph. In my opinion, every picture needs to tell a story. Without my old buddy Deuce walking in front of me its just a pretty scene. He adds the excitement of being on a walk and creates a colorful moment. A slice in time, a memory.
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I had not visited Ligonier in over 40 years. Last time I was there on a fashion shoot for a Pittsburgh model. I remembered it as a quaint picturesque small Pennsylvania town, We actually didn’t take any pictures there. We opted instead for the Greensburg train station where I took this image and many others.
A Deserted Station
This time however we photographed the town which was pretty much the way I remembered it on a fall day long ago.
In 1972 George Lucas released his classic American Graffiti. We couldn’t wait for the movie to get to The Oaks which was largely a second run movie house and saw it at another theater. However, a couple of weeks later the movie finally made it to our theater. As usual it opened on a Friday night and the owners were being real idiots in dealing with the projectionists. It was always something. They threated to fire us if we joined the Projectionists Union. They didn’t want to pay us as a union projectionist. The Union wanted us to quit or go on strike.
Because of the constant harassment, once again, I was in a dark mood. And once again I turned to the stack of records to make my statement. Weeks earlier during my last matinee I had notice that among the Sousa march albums, was nestled a gem from Pink Floyd. People who liked American Graffiti should like the Floyd, right?
So, on to the turntable went A Saucerful of Secrets. First, I kept the volume low luring patrons into their seats. The place was very crowded, and people wanted to get the best seats. As the theater filled up, I gradually turned up the volume to bleeding ear level. Many people exited back to the lobby. Since the owners had some sort of party at their yacht club nothing could interrupt my lunacy. I looked out into the theater and saw some hippies really grooving to the sound of The Floyd. God it was loud.
Well here we go, lights down, movie start, and volume finally reduced. It was hysterical watching people running to their seats, crawling over each other. Some even shook their fists at the projection booth. Ain’t I a stinker? Everyone calmed down during the previews and were wonderfully entertained by a magnificent movie. Still I exited the booth carefully only after the theater had emptied.