Sunday, October 12, 2014

Sunday, 12 October 2014, photos of our world

Today was a gorgeous sparkling colorful October day in northwestern Pennsylvania. Frost made the grass look like it was covered with snow until the sun hit it. Fog obscured everything where warmish water existed. In New York large strange metal creatures inched along the vineyards. Unfortunately none were close enough to the road to be visible in a photo. Traffic on 20 was slowed by trucks of all sorts hauling the ripened fruit. 

This was my windshield this morning - from the inside.

The grass across the road was white and looked like snow had fallen.


This leaf is suspended in spider silk.

The moon was bright.


Pymatuning was missing.

The golf course was also white. There is a flock of geese to be seen if you embiggen the photo.

The Hartstown swamp was also missing.

Into the abyss on 79.

Then lovely clouds on the way home.

Looking toward the dam on a walk after church.

And here it is again. This time there are purplish wispy plumes on top of the stalks. Those do not look like sorghum seedpods. It looks more like the plants that proliferate along the interstates and other roads.


























Saturday, September 13, 2014

ECW at The Episcopal House at Chautauqua Institution and clouds

Episcopal Church Women of the Diocese of NW PA met at Chautauqua Institution today. Mary Norton+ led us in three exercises. The first included pages from a book with short poems about life. We each chose one then explained why. Mine was about Finding Peace in our turbulent lives. Then using materials she provided or finding our own, we made crosses and explained our thought processes afterward. Finally with markers and paper we prayed with color, creating a wide variety of artwork according to what we each felt guided to do. All were very rewarding. I walked around the very familiar grounds to find what I needed for the cross. Our family had a tiny "cabin cruiser" on Chautauqua Lake in the late 40s and early 50s. We often visited the grounds so I feel like I grew up there to some extent. It is a spiritual place if you allow it to be. I wish it weren't so expensive. 

The gulls lined up on one of the docks. Embiggen the photo to see them.

A portion of Palestine. The white things are cities.


These are in front of the Baptist house.

I apologize for not taking more photos. I missed many people.




It misted most of the day but cleared up in the afternoon. The clouds on the way home were a mixture of angry and innocent with blue sky showing thru occasionally.



This was sunset behind my house. Actually it was opposite the sunset.
The photos are embiggenable.

Monday, September 1, 2014

On the way to church on a drizzly late August morning and other thoughts

This was one of those days when it should have been easy to sleep in and perhaps spend the morning reading in bed once the cats were fed. The weather outside was darkish, warm and muggy. The light blanket felt snuggly in the cool, air-conditioned bedroom. The temptation was great. But I simply can't not go to church unless there is a dire reason like having a front tooth break off.

Even in the rain Pennsylvania is beautifully green for at least half the year. The roads are bendy and hilly and fun to drive. There are lovely vistas but they were in the fog today. These photos were taken between wiper swipes. I don't know why the photos are all of left bends. The camera sits on the seat beside me until I grab it and try to take a picture. I miss lots of stuff.



I chose St James Memorial Church in Titusville, PA. I'd been there once awhile back. At that time several people said they were happy to see me again. Again? A goodly number said that this morning too. I wonder if an acquaintance who is my height and has similar hair color and wears glasses has been there recently. I am grateful for the welcome even if they are confused. St Augustine in Edinboro is finally used to me being me but it took awhile because of said person. She and I should show up at the same place on the same Sunday once.

I was happy to not feel like I was singing solos this morning. The choir was in the pews because they don't reassemble until next week. Sometimes I think the choir should always be in the pews and move together when necessary just to encourage the others to sing. But maybe the choir are the only ones who sing. Sad if that's true. It wouldn't be the only congregation like that.

Choosing where to go to church is a p.i.t.a. frankly. I enjoy visiting other parishes. I just dislike the decision. In my wanderings I've found several I'd love to be a part of if they weren't so far away. I'm not ready to be tied down yet. I'm not willing to abandon the parish to which I still contribute and am a member. Yet. At the same time I don't feel I can return until some issues are settled. Like their survival. Come December I may change my mind.

I've rarely had the freedom I have now as I take membership seriously and go every week I can. This PresbyLutherPalian has been in church since a very early age nearly always. Even during my athiest years I sang in the choir and crossed my fingers when I had to say the creed. Now there is a certain feeling of glee knowing I don't have to be a certain place at a certain time. Yes, I miss the choir. I really miss being a eucharistic minister/chalice bearer/reader etc. Not enough to recommit yet.

Before I was received in the Episcopal church I just sang and eventually became a eucharistic minister even before Concordat thanks to the bishop. For more than ten years. I intentionally didn't get very involved partly because the church is half an hour away. That status is appealing to me now. There are two churches with decent choirs which are slightly tempting because I miss singing. One is half an hour away, the other about 50 minutes. Do I really want to get tied down again? As involved as I have been, can I just be in the choir and leave it at that? Do I really want to keep having to decide where to go every Sunday? Can I choose one parish to attend regularly without making any long term commitment? Is that fair to the parish? I've been raked over the coals about that before.

Oh well. Tomorrow is Monday so I can forget about it until next weekend. Yea.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Out and about in late August

Surely it was going to rain.

Then it cleared up.

 Meanwhile near Linesville, PA, our great and unique attraction.
The gulls caught in midair what this man would throw.

They allow people to get quite close, watching for signs of a handout.

 Walk along the fence and look down. There will be nothing until you stop then the hungry carp appear as if by magic.

Keep walking and the ducks will follow even if you have nothing to offer.

Throw a little bread on the water and the shrieking gulls and terns fight for it.

As do the carp.



Young and old alike love to do this.


Sunday, August 10, 2014

Sunset and Moonrise 10 August 2014, Pymatuning Reservoir, Dam End

There were several cars stopped on the dam taking photos of the sunset tonight.



Looking up our bay.

There were people with chairs and cameras scattered all over the picnic area by the dam tonight, all awaiting the moonrise. 

The moon was hazy as it appeared over the trees. I'm pleased these two photos turned out well as I tend to shake a bit and using the zoom is usually not worth the effort.


This is what it looked like without magnification.

It was redder than it looks in this photo which looks down the river on the other side of the dam.

I took this with the iPhone and it looked redder than the camera caught it. This is from our bay in front of my house.

Monday, August 4, 2014