Around the world in three hours

One of the perks of being a freelance writer and photographer is that I can pick the assignments I would like to cover and then pitch them. And so I was happy to be able to photograph the Nationality Rooms at the University of Pittsburgh while they are decorated for the holidays.
The first room I photographed was the Austrian Room with a nativity scene that was handcarved in Austria. A wreath and guitar commemorate the origin of the song "Silent Night."
The German Room looked also very pretty with its Advents wreath and Christmas tree, but then I'm biased.
My goal was to photograph holidays in different cultures. The Chinese New Year is celebrated with an elaborate display of symbols, while the African room shows a simple Kwanzaa scene. From Russia to India to Italy, I photographed traditions around the world. But a photo shoot like this does not come without problems. The French Room, for example, showed a large creche under glass--impossible to photograph, especially when there are chairs posted in front of it. If you want to see how the holidays are observed in different cultures, I suggest a trip to the Cathedral of Learning. You will never get a cheaper deal on traveling around the world.

Party Like It's 1939

Perhaps 1939 wasn't the best year to choose as a party theme, but that's when my Toastmasters Club was founded. So, last Monday we celebrated our 70th anniversary with a phantastic wingding. Most of us played period roles and the illustrious crowd included Glenn Miller, Charles Lindbergh, Bob Hope, President Roosevelt, Rosi the Riveter, yours truly as John Steinbeck, and many others.
At the last minute I was asked to bring my camera to the festivities, and so I was pulling double duty as both photographer and participant. There was a lot of talent at the event - we had dancers, singers, a DJ, two photographers (Ansel Adams was the other one) and speakers, of course - and I'm glad someone recorded everything. I can't wait to see the movie, especially the parts that I missed because I was too busy.
Happy birthday, Toastmasters Club 144!

End of an Era

All good things must end. For years, I've been part of a writers group that met in a church in the South Hills. I was there from the beginning and have seen quite a few people come and go. But life got in the way and "members" drifted out of it, one after the other. While it lasted, we have seen novels written and rewritten, babies born, articles published, and Christmas parties held.
Yesterday, the three people of the hard core decided to quit our group until further notice. Now, some of them are also Pennwriters and I know that I will see them again, but it was still a bittersweet experience.

An Anniversary to Remember

Tomorrow marks the 20th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall. As I recall those days the first thing that comes to mind is that I was occupied with other things. As a newlywed, I had just decided to vacate my bachelor efficiency apartment. Scraping wallpaper, arranging the move of my few belongings, and finding a bigger apartment were foremost on my mind.
Disbelief was the first reaction I felt at the news that the most visible symbol of the Cold War had fallen. Just a few years before I had stood in front of the Brandenburg Gate in East Berlin--a mere two months after visiting West Berlin. The contrast between the bustling West Berlin and the almost empty streets of East Berlin (we could almost walk on the main street at night, that's how empty it was) could not have been greater. If I returned today I probably would not recognize the city.
A history buff, I have always been fascinated by castles, old houses, and museums. But back in 1989 it occured to me for the first time that I was living history. I had seen the Berlin Wall rise and fall in my lifetime.
For the first year, a shopping frenzy began. East Germans were buying cars, furniture, and traveled. They had a lot of catching up to do. And then reality set in as more and more of them lost their jobs. As with most things in life, euphoria does not last forever. It will take many years for the formerly two Germanys to be truly one. Tearing down a wall made of concrete is a lot easier than tearing down the walls in people's minds.

Work in progress

For several months now we have been looking for a contractor to have a minor bathroom renovation done. After talking to two contractors (who of course had different ideas of what we needed) we researched online. Contractor No. 2 decided that we needed a complete overhaul even though we had told him we only wanted a surround and other small upgrades. Therefore, his estimate was out of this world. Back to Contractor one. We now had an idea of the surround we liked. But... it turned out that the window that is in our bathroom is a big problem, and cutting the surround might crack it. So, we finally settled on the solution we had looked at at the beginning. Did I mention that we also talked to Contractor no. 3, recommended by Contractor no. 1? Fortunately, said person can do the job very soon. At this point, we just want the project done so we can move on with our lives, even it it means painting a small bathroom with lots of corners and tiny spaces. You know you're in trouble when you check out surrounds and vanity tops in every venue you visit.

Reflections

I have been very busy lately. Last weekend, I attended a wood duck photo workshop in Ohio and posted about it on my other blog, http://birdswithpersonality.blogspot.com. Such a trip requires almost as much time packing as the workshop takes. I was grateful for packing a parka and gloves because it was about 10 degrees colder up there than here in Pittsburgh. I haven't even put away my luggage yet and am still editing almost 800 photos.
Last night, my husband and I got free tickets to see Jean-Michel Cousteau at Heinz Hall. It was a very entertaining and thought-provoking speech. He showed several clips from his DVDs about Midway, an endangered fish, and a toxic test on Orca whales and humans, including himself. A woman (a vegetarian, no less) and her 4-year old son tested the highest in toxic elements in their bodies. One reason is that they live in California, which has a law requiring many household items to be flame-retardant. Evidently, those chemicals pass into the bodies of humans. Cousteau compared Orcas and humans because they are both at the top of the food chain. Orcas absorb toxins that are released into the water over decades, such as garbage, chemicals, sewage, etc.

A Not so Perfect Day

Yesterday, my husband and I headed to Presque Isle to see some bird migrants. At the first stop - where I expected to see warblers - we saw nothing but mosquitoes, hundreds and hundreds of them. We applied plenty of insect repellant and then declared defeat. There were no birds, warblers or otherwise. The second stop promised wildflowers and birds, according to my guidebook. What we found was a path so overgrown that we couldn't walk on it unless we wanted to get more inset bites than we already had. We retreated to the Perry Monument where I finally photographed some birds. Okay, they were gulls but I was determined to photograph something.
After a picnic at the beach - where I photographed more gulls - we walked through deep sand to the lighthouse. With camera and tripod in hand I wanted to get a better view of the lighthouse when I tripped over a sling root. The sand cushioned my fall. However, my hand was clutched to my camera and I sprained my thumb. That finally did it and I declared that I wanted to go home. I iced my hand on the drive home and my thumb is feeling much better now. At home I told my husband that, if I ever wanted to go to Presque Isle again, he should just point at my thumb.