Misc November 2018

Friday, November 30, 2018

Union Terminal projection

Union Terminal celebrated an extensive two year restoration with a projection mapped week celebrating the building. I missed all of this but luckily Phil Armstrong did not. Here are his photos.

And here are a dozen other images from November that didn’t get posted

St. Francis

Thursday, November 29, 2018

The temperature was cold and it was too early in the evening for dinner crowds or revelers. So it was easy to sneak downtown and pop into mom’s favorite restaurant* and pick up her favorites for take-out.

Took a stoplight moment to regard St. Francis here on the way home.

* Aladdin’s Eatery. They serve Lebanese food and she loves it because it is delicious and healthy and that? That’s pretty amazing.

They’ll need a crane

Wednesday, November 28, 2018

American Can Loft Cincinnati


Tuesday, November 27, 2018

thumbprint cookies

My brother Robert made thumbprint cookies.

They were delicious to everyone except for the person we hoped would want them the most.

Mother Teresa quote

A quote by Mother Teresa my mom made note of.


Monday, November 26, 2018

I couldn’t recreate this in Photoshop if I tried.

I wish to live

Saturday, November 24, 2018

My mom leaves notes around her house. You can find them written on scraps of paper in books or drawers, but sometimes you’ll find them affixed to the wall.

In this case, she posts a note above the sink that starts with a quote from Elbert Hubbard, but expands on his notions in her own words and tells a story about her life.

Her handwriting, so very neat. Even at my most dedicated I cannot recreate the meticulous and elegant rhythm.

I wish to live without hate, whim, jealousy, envy, fear, clean in mind and body, unaffected—ready to say, I do not know if it be so, and meet all people on an absolute equality—to face any obstacle and meet every difficulty unabashed and unafraid!

I was raised by a mother who was on her own and my grandparents (her parents) with so much love I didn’t not even realize I was missing a father. My mother married my father when I was five—he was the best father I could have ever had and I still miss him & his advice.

I look at this note and I don’t think it is posted as a reminder for my mom.

It is a way to share her thoughts with others.

Makit & Bakit

Makit & Bakit Christmas Ornament Kit II

We made these growing up. Maybe not this exact kit, but the one we had did include the dove of peace and trio of candles, for sure.

I love everything about this.

The vibrant colors.

The lockup of Makit & Bakit.

The gradients.

Heck, I even like their use of Hobo.

I scoured eBay to get one of these kits in hopes to rekindle the childhood activity.

I’m just getting resigned nods so far, but I’m holding out hope the spirit will return!

Also? I have a feeling these are really toxic because new versions don’t melt plastic beads. You just “paint” colors on clear glass with markers.




She’s giving me that look again

Friday, November 23, 2018

cat glare