Since I was totally out of new material, I snuck out of work a little early to take advantage of the extra golden hour light provided by the change to daylight savings time. This is just west of downtown. It used to be an AT&T Long Lines building before the technology changed. I hope never to visit.
Friday, March 16, 2018
Thursday, March 15, 2018
As mentioned, it's time to go archives diving. Lots to shoot this weekend but it's only Thursday. It is, however, mid-March and baseball season is only a couple of weeks away. The advertising sign above sums up the local attitude well. Our family is going to the second game of the season on a Saturday afternoon. Much safer than a night game at this time of year.
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
We had heavy, wet snow on Sunday. So, of course, rather than being out shooting it, I was at work, catching a few shots from my office window.. The scene includes Eads Bridge, the Mississippi, the north end of the Arch grounds and an apartment building.
I am now Officially Out Of Material. Scrounge for new or scrounge for old.
Monday, March 12, 2018
Our little escape artist at the City Museum before the trouble started. She likes the ball pit and loves all the slides. After this first trip down she of course wanted another. We watched her climb the one flight of stairs. Instead of turning right to the top of the chute, she turned left and headed to the outdoor area, resulting in a twenty minute search. So these are all the usable pictures I got. Pretty much out of material and need to do some hunting.
Sunday, March 11, 2018
Here and there I've had posts about St. Louis' City Museum. There is nothing like it in the world and it's hard to describe. (The Wikipedia article gives it a good try.) Mrs. C and I took Ellie there yesterday. She gave us a hard time and I got little shooting done.
The child is four and a half. She has complete social confidence and little sense of fear. The building is a maze of tunnels and big climbing things, and on three occasions she ran off from us to explore on her own. Each time we had to get museum staff to help find her. Each time we gave her a stern lecture but to no avail. She needs to learn some limits.
The bottom two pictures are from a new area that has a large net suspended over giant Legos. Ellie spent twenty minutes bouncing around the net (that's her, just up and to the right of center, in the sweater with horizontal, brightly colored stripes). I walked under the edge to get some video but some kid kicked me in the head. Time to go home.
Saturday, March 10, 2018
Well, you can find out here.
Some creative person got permission to erect this waterfowl in a pocket park on South Grand Boulevard. It is made of scrap cardboard, tape and varnish. What's it all about? A writer once said that a poem should not mean, but be. Same thing here. The artist intends to let it stand until it falls apart through weather or vandalism. (No sign of the latter, happily.) Another reminder of impermanence.
Friday, March 9, 2018
Not everything in the art museum during the flower show was cheery and colorful. I turned around from one arrangement and found Auguste Rodin's Despair. No crowd around this piece. Note the curled toes and characteristically large hand covering the head and face. The smooth, muscular body lies on rough rock. But, if you chose to, you could move on to the next group of blossoms and whistle a happy tune.