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Like I did at #100, I will recap my favorites from the last 100 posts. I will take a photo or two from each post, feel free to click on the link to see the whole set. It should be noted not long after I post this I will change my mind about the top ten… but I won’t cheat and change them.
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#10: In The Trenches
WW2 reenacting is a hobby my husband loves. So not only did I have the opportunity to get some great photos, I got to spend some time with my guy doing what we love.
I have taken a lot of photos in a lot of abandoned buildings but having to do little to no post processing, keeping the natural light and colors, this set is among my favorites.
This was one of those days I just got out, with no particular destination from the get go, and just had a great day doing what I love to do. Asbury Park had so many of my favorite things to shoot, and of all the shots, these two are by far my favorite.
This was a breaking out of sorts. Inspired by some photography friends I stepped out of my comfort zone and starting photographing… *gasp* … people! I used to be so uncomfortable asking random strangers “may I take your picture?” but now it comes so easily.
I have always loved astronomy and going out at night to photograph remarkable astrological happenings is one of my very favorite things.
Eastern State Penitentiary is still one of my favorite places to go, and this day in particular not only did I see some usually off limits areas, I met a few new friends, too. Atlas Obscura, the creator of Obscura Day who made this tour and hundreds others all over the world, featured the above photograph on their blog post which made it extra sweet!
This is a set of photos I just love… I know at least one will make it on my wall.
This is a post I wasn’t particularly happy with the photographs, however it is by far my favorite place I’ve ever explored. Nikola Tesla is such an amazing historical figure, and to step on the grounds where he once trod, I was so in awe photos were almost a chore, interrupting my geeky zen. The fact that my phone broke because of the natural electromagnetic energy of the area, something Tesla took into great consideration when choosing his lab sites, was just the coolest thing.
This is the most personal entry on my blog, and it really was one of the best days I’ve ever had. The joy of getting the news that my child who had been sick for three long years was all better still brings me to tears to this day.
This was one of the few times I really felt like I was doing something so much bigger than just taking photos. After Hurricane Sandy, I was so moved by the spirit of community and the relief efforts I set out over several days to tell a few stories of the people and communities affected by this horrible natural disaster. I still look at the Sandy entries often, but most particularly this one because of the amazing people I met. It was such a privilege to tell their story.
What you see is the culmination of one man’s work over the course of 15 years now named the Philadelphia Magic Gardens.
From their website:
“[Isaiah] Zagar started working on the Magic Gardens in 1994 in the vacant lot nearby his studio. He began by constructing a massive fence to protect the area from harm and then spent the next fourteen years excavating tunnels and grottos, sculpting multi-layered walls, and tiling and grouting the 3,000 square foot space. The installation pays tribute to Zagar’s many artistic influences, as well as the events and experiences of his life. Enveloped in visual anecdotes, the mosaicked walls refer to his wife Julia and sons Ezekiel and Jeremiah through playful images and words, but also reference important elements of the wider world. Las Pozas and Day of the Dead, the dance community of Philadelphia, and even the airplanes of the nationwide 9/11 tragedy.
In 2002, the Boston-based owner of the once-vacant lot located at 1022-1026 South Street decided to sell the land in response to rising South Street property values. Unwilling to witness the destruction of Zagar’s neighborhood art environment, the community rushed to support the artist. His creation, newly titled Philadelphia’s Magic Gardens, became incorporated as a nonprofit organization with the intention of preserving and promoting Zagar’s works at the site of the Magic Gardens and throughout the South Street region.
Philadelphia’s Magic Gardens is now a permanent art institution that is open to visitors throughout the year. Trained guides are available to lead tours of the Magic Gardens and Zagar’s surrounding public murals. In addition, PMG offers monthly mosaic workshops led by Zagar himself, and regularly hosts concerts, dance performances, and other public events.”
This is just another amazing unique piece of Philadelphia’s rich cultural history. I love this city.
You’ll see my kids in quite a few of these, they just love this place. I do need to go back solo at one point so I can really take my time and take it all in instead of using my energies to keep tabs on the kids in this labyrinth.
I’m sitting at my computer with my kitty on my lap, but I am devastated by the loss of his brother. He didn’t come home Saturday night and just as I was printing off some flyers to post around town my neighbor came knocking to tell me she had found him.
Elvis was the sweetest, most affectionate kitty. He was a great companion to my kids and I and we dearly miss him already.
Love you, buddy. We didn’t have nearly enough time with you.
On my way to the 2012 Sweet Adelines International Region 19 Competition my gals and I took the Cape May – Lewes ferry out of Joisey into Delaware. This was one of the only times during that 4 day marathon of singing, fun, more singing and more fun I had a chance to use my camera but it was TOTALLY worth lugging it along for these shots!
On a side note, big congrats to my fabulous Jersey Sound Chorus on placing 3rd in mid-size chorus and 4th overall. What we are REALLY excited about is scoring over 600 points, giving our director the title of Master Director. Way to go, ladies!
March 5th, 2009 my then 9 month old son was admitted into the hospital for cellulitis on his eyelid. The infection quickly became life threatening because as it turned out his tiny body did not produce the white blood cells to fight off the infection. After ruling out leukemia (that was a long night waiting for those test results) he was diagnosed with autoimmune neutropenia.
Since then he has cumulatively spent months in the hospital including birthdays and holidays. For a year my husband gave him injections at home of GCSF to force his bones to release the precious white blood cells. It made his little bones ache. He endured weekly blood draws and trips to the hospital if he had a fever over 100.4. We would have to put a mask on him for church services during the winter months (he never grew accustomed to that). Every fever could potentially be life threatening; his was an atypical case of the disease and one of the worst his hematologist had seen.
I’m happy to say that after 3 long and trying years my sweet little Jacob is all better! His counts were normal and I have just been beside myself today, going from laughing to crying and back again.
If you take anything away from this post I hope it’s this: If you know someone who is going through something like this with their child, give them extra love. They may look like they’re holding it together on the outside but on the inside they hurt… badly. Offer to watch their other kids or their pets while they’re in the hospital. Visit them, bring them a home cooked meal. Listen. Pray for them. Cry with them. Love them some more.