NEW NEIGHBORS

 

Some time back I posted a picture of a dove that had built a nest in the crook of a downspout from our porch. It sat there for so long that I wondered if the eggs were still viable. Fortunately, I was wrong. Two healthy chicks have now set up residence on top of a hanging swing chair on the other side of the porch. I assume that's mom supervising. Dad was on the porch rail just below keeping watch. They seem to feel safe here,                    

NEW NEIGHBORS

 

There is a crook in the downspout of our house that sometimes attracts nesting birds. It's a bit precarious but squirrels can't get to it. Some years no one shows up. We have had robins a couple of times. This year we have not seen the usual cardinals and robins but there are lots of doves. A pair has  set up housekeeping in this spot and we are waiting to see some little peepy heads.                   

THE LONELINESS OF THE CARNEY

The people who work the carnivals must have a lonely existence. Rootless, traveling from town to town, probably without family. They can’t make much money and it’s seasonal work. If there are no customers at the game they are running, there is little to do but stare through the night at the bright colored lights. Or maybe notice a photographer.                         

THE KIDS ARE ALL RIGHT

Most of us have those “Hey, mister, take my/our picture!” moments.These kids at the carnival were Webster Groves High School students. Well, they aren’t all white. Very clean cut. If you went 5 or 10 miles west, similar kids’ clothes, or at least the shoes, would be a couple of notches more expensive. 5 or 10 miles northeast and the look would be - what’s the right word these days? - urban.                         

PINK SNEAKERS

When I was a kid (50s-60s), sneakers were Converse Chuck Taylor All Stars in black or white. That’s it. By 1989, my then 9 year-old son became the fashion sensation of Paris by wearing Chucks in mismatched colors, one red, one green. (Yes, we were there on the bicentennial, and it was really weird watching the festivities on TV in our hotel). Now, anything goes. When I go to the gym the footwear has more colors than the spectrum of The Beatles’ Yellow Submarine.                   

CRICKET SKILLS

There was a group of young South Asian men at one of the arcade games at the carnival. Off to the right of the frame were shelves of empty glass beer bottles, spaced somewhat apart. Players got three baseballs for their money and were awarded a prize if they could break one or more bottles. This contestant broke one. I showed him this picture and told him he was the best fast bowler in Webster Groves.             

I WANTED TO SEE WHAT IT WOULD LOOK LIKE

Brassy color, harsh lights and dark skies made me wonder what one of the carnival images would look like in black and white. I think it’s interesting.                  

SOME OF THESE ACTUALLY WORKED OUT

Despite my camera technical problems, some of the July 4 fireworks photos worked out pretty well. There are lots of references online about how to shoot fireworks but the general idea is to shoot in raw, manual focus a little back from infinity, low ISO, f8 or 11-ish, and use bulb shutter control to open the lens as the pop starts and close it as the lights fade. I had to turn off the camera manually but I got lucky.                       

SERENDIPITY

I figured out what was wrong with my camera settings. Many Fujifilm cameras like mine have all sorts of retro manual controls. They can give the photographer complete conmand of the details but they can be complicated. Turned out that there was a dial set one place off that I couldn’t see in the dark. But exposure and focus mistakes can lead to interesting results. This looks organic to me, like some kind of spore.                   

BOOM

In addition to the carnival, Webster Groves has its own Fourth of July fireworks show. There is a recipe for photographing fireworks but my camera was giving me a hard time. The Bulb shutter speed setting wouldn’t work and kept setting the time for 30 seconds. I had to turn the camera off manually but still got a couple of usable shots.                   

EMPTY CALORIES

But oh so good. Don’t tell our Health Secretary Kennedy, who will tell anyone who will listen to him (which no one should - he’s a wacko), that sugar is poison. But my father, who spent his career in the sugar industry, would say it’s all just fine. This is, of course, a snack stand at Webster Grove’s Fourth of July carnival.                      

CARNIVAL

Tomorrow is the Fourth of July, Independence Day, the American national holiday. Although there is much to mourn this year, celebrations take place across the country. I live in Webster Groves, one of St. Louis’ older (by our standards), inner suburbs. It is a vibrant community with a big holiday carnival. Not in the New Orleans / Rio sense, but more like what they call a fun fair in Britain and Ireland. It opened last night, a don’t-miss for our granddaughter. 

There are lots more pictures from the Pride Fest parade at https://www.flickr.com/photos/bobcrowe/albums/72177720327261352, and I’ll probably have more still in the album.                 

PUBLIC OPINION, PART 2

 

Anti-imperialism lives on in Webster Groves. This is the same house in my neighborhood seen here about a week ago flying the Ukraine and Canadian flags. There was a  change yesterday. Now the nearer one is the flag of Greenland. Recognize it? I wonder where the homeowner found one.                    

LOST KITTY

I’m out of current material so I’m dipping into the archives to continue the snow theme. This in a park close to our home, taken during a storm. I hope the cat found some shelter.                        

GOALPOSTS

 

Southwest Park, Webster Groves, the suburb where we live. The view is behind where I was for yesterday’s photo of Hawken House. As the years pass, it becomes rarer for us to get this much snow.                     

HAWKEN HOUSE

 

It’s been a long time since I have had a post about this place. The view is two or three minutes walk from my front door. A historic building by our standards, built for local Christopher Hawken in 1867, https://tinyurl.com/2xhv72kz . We don’t get the white trim very often.                

TOYOTA ON ICE

The snow, sleet and freezing rain ended Monday morning. It wasn’t a record snowfall but there may have been an unusual record: if you melted all the varieties of precipitation and just measured the liquid, the total volume may have been a record for a winter storm.

This was Mrs. C’s Prius encased In ice on Sunday afternoon. It was completely snow-covered by Monday. We were not able to get out of our street yesterday but we will today.                     

IT’S A BEAUTIFUL DAY IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD

 

A significant winter storm has been sweeping across the middle latitudes of the U.S. from Kansas toward the east coast. This was my street yesterday afternoon. Snow is predicted to continue through Sunday night into Monday morning. It will be followed by very cold (for us) temperatures, 2 F / -17 C Wednesday night. We are on about the same parallel as Madrid and Rome so this doesn’t happen much, but there is a lot of flat land between here and Canada.                   

GAS STATIONS IN THE NIGHT, NUMBER 1

 

I’ve become fascinated with the look of contemporary American gas stations at night. The inspiration is a favorite painting by the artist Ed Ruscha. It’s tricky to make this work. It needs a dark location, preferably without adjacent structures.There has to be enough surrounding space to get a good angle. A bit more of this to come.

For locals, this at the northeast of Big Bend and Laclede Station in Webster Groves.                 

DO YOU WANT ORANGE IN YOUR BEER?

Running a bit low on material. There was an art fair in the pleasant suburb where we live, Webster Groves, last weekend. There wasn't much to photograph but this bright beer truck caught my eye. This brand is made by Anheuser-Busch, the local megabrewer. It's a Belgian wheat ale with orange, lemon and lime peel added. I've never tried it but it doesn't sound appealing. Somebody buys it.

New images soon. We are taking our granddaughter to the circus tonight and they welcome photography.