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A Community

A Community At Peace
A Community At Peace

A Colorful Message

A message on a snowy day recently, on the campus of Carlow University in Pittsburgh. Below are as many other photos as I could get.

A Community At Peace

A Community At Peace

Built By Happy Free Spirited People

Built By Happy Free Spirited People

A Community At Peace

People That Love Each Other

A Community At Peace

A Community At Peace

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Home Sweet Home, 2010

birdhouse on tree
birdhouse on tree

Home Sweet Home

This rough little bluebird house looks sweet during the day when I visit the Kane’s Woods trailhead in Scott Township. But when the evening light washed it with gold with the yellow wingstem in front, there was something piquant about the scene; the birds are gone for the season, autumn is coming, night is falling, but home is still here when they return.

I was originally caught by all the textures in this one small area—the locust tree bark, the craggy grapevines shedding their own bark, the birdhouse surface a little frazzled from birds getting a claw-hold on the wood, the leaves in the background, the wingstem in the foreground—and both the direct sunlight from the setting sun and the reflected light from the sky above. It was really a feast for the eyes and the camera lens.


Home Sweet Home

birdhouse on tree

Home Sweet Home

This rough little bluebird house looks sweet during the day when I visit the Kane’s Woods trailhead in Scott Township. But when the evening light washed it with gold with the yellow wingstem in front, there was something piquant about the scene; the birds are gone for the season, autumn is coming, night is falling, but home is still here when they return.

I was originally caught by all the textures in this one small area—the locust tree bark, the craggy grapevines shedding their own bark, the birdhouse surface a little frazzled from birds getting a claw-hold on the wood, the leaves in the background, the wingstem in the foreground—and both the direct sunlight from the setting sun and the reflected light from the sky above. It was really a feast for the eyes and the camera lens.