Sunday, April 23, 2017

The Michigan Division

Hello again from Clare, Michigan, where son Andy, his wife Claire and little granddaughter Audrey live. Claire grew up here and her parents still live in town. Audrey is 20 months old. (Andy can speak for himself.) It's a big change from their former home in Chicago. Blood pressure tends to run lower here.

This Clare - Claire thing is confusing. Clalre was born elsewhere in Michigan and her family moved to Clare when she was young. Clare is named for County Clare in Ireland, where my father's family comes from. Lots of knots.

After dinner at their home we took a dessert walk to renowned Cops & Doughnuts, where this picture was taken against a black linoleum floor.

Saturday, April 22, 2017


I do some volunteer event shooting for the Mitrata Nepal Foundation, which you may have noticed on the lower right of these pages. Mrs. C and I helped to support a young woman from a rural village through high school. Now we contribute to a fund for Nepalese medical students. It's one of life's oddities that although I've never been to, say, Cincinnati, Milwaukee or Houston, I've visited Kathmandu three times. We know our money is well spent. 

They had one of those trivia nights recently. I'm hopeless at popular culture so, instead of playing, I wander around sticking my lens in things. The top pic shows scarves made by Nepalese craftspeople. The bottom one represents a domestic product, but that's what you say to people over there morning, noon and night.     

Clare, Michigan, by late afternoon today.

Friday, April 21, 2017

Turning To The Right

Nothing to do with politics. Turning about 90 degrees to the right from yesterday's photo. The new Arch park extension has a long, curved ramp from the bottom of Eads Bridge, where you can walk in from Laclede's Landing, up to the higher level at the base of the monument. I like it. It reflects the many arches in the bridge and winds up to the main curve to the south.

May or may not be a post tomorrow. I'm pretty hard up for material and Saturday is a travel day. Might find something in the archives, or maybe stumble on an image in the airports of St. Louis, Chicago or Lansing, on my way to see little granddaughter Audrey in Clare. Michigan. There's always something to shoot.           

Thursday, April 20, 2017

A Downtown Park

Another view of the extension of the Arch park where the garage used to be. Right now it looks a bit barren but the grass and trees have a way to go.  

The river was behind me and the view is back into downtown. I work in the gray rectilinear slab just above and to the right of center. My window, on the right corner, overlooks this scene and down to the Mississippi.

The sign in the bottom picture is stenciled on the sidewalk. They are all over downtown, leading visitors to the entrances that remain open during the construction. 

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

A Larger Instrument

A National Park ranger plays the trombone on the Arch grounds. The whole area is a national park, technically the Jefferson National Expansion Memorial. It's about the 1803 purchase of a huge tract of land west of the Mississippi from France (including St. Louis)  by President Thomas Jefferson. It nearly doubled the size of the U.S. Napoleon needed money for his pastimes.

A trombone is rather less subtle than an blues harmonica but has more power. The ranger did a pretty good job.        

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

The Blues

No, nothing to do with the hockey team, which has been quite successful in the first round of the playoffs.

There was a blues band playing in the new extension of the Arch grounds. This man was easily the most visually interesting. He is playing a harmonica, a blues harp in musical terms. The sounds he could make were quite amazing.         

Monday, April 17, 2017

Madeleine Monday (In Her Easter Bonnet...)

Elegance and attitude in front of our house on Easter morning. She got that hat Saturday at the art museum, where we went to see a show called Degas, Impressionism And The Millinery Trade. It was about the fascination of those painters with the art of ornate hat making, the height of fashion in the late 19th and early 20th Centuries. 

We stopped in the shop after viewing the exhibit. Ellie was quite taken with the straw hat, modeling it for us with the price tag still attached, a la Minnie Pearl. We'll see the other grandkid in Michigan next weekend.