A couple of things from Philly (Monday night)

I am currently in Philly. My sister and I drove from Rhode Island on Monday and we arrived at night. It has been quite nice here--I took some pictures the first night but haven't taken one photo since! 

And the wine made our minds too loose

Andrew Bird is my favorite song writer/musician at the moment. 

Spare-ohs:

The finches and sparrows build nests in my chimney
With remains of small flightless birds that you failed to protect
But their yoke isn't easy, in fact it's a drag
As they're blowing through cornfields and mountains of rags
All over the suburbs, across the great lawns
And they're crop-dusting gardens all over this town

But nobody cares when it gets in their hair
It gets in their lungs as it floats through the air
It gets in the food that they buy and prepare
But nobody cares when it gets in their hair

Across the great chasms and schisms
And the sudden (m)aneurysms
Where the black ink will drip across the crespice of your eye
And your teeth are worth more than you can spare
Oh don't tell me that it just isn't fair
Don't speak about the cycles of life
'cause your thoughts are so soft
I could cut 'em with a spork or a bride's knife

And the wine made our minds too loose
Such a reckless choice of words
And you tell me that I'm too abstruse
I just thought I was a kind of bird
I said,
I just stood there not saying a word
Not saying a word 

Chandelier Series

 

Tissue Earplugs

Yesterday I went to visit and bring my grandma and grandpa their dinners. My grandma could not hear a thing because she had tiny pieces of tissue paper stuffed in her ears (just as she does when my mom gives her a bath), she said she didn't want bugs flying into them (they had a fruit fly infestation in their home). I walked in and sat by the couch near the side of her bed but she couldn't see me for the longest time and began to worry. I guess muted hearing can sometimes hinder your peripheral perception. Just last week we installed a fly trap that was made of a roll of sticky-- we hung it on the ceiling in hopes that we could rid the room of these small annoyances. The fleas are pretty much gone now (I saw them stuck to the sticky), but she continues to stuff her ears today. The only reason I can think of is because maybe she doesn't want them buzzing in her ears, but small fleas and fruit flies don't buzz like honey bees do in the summertime. I remember the day my mom first saw it she said my grandma had stuffed her ear holes as well as her shirt (at the neck) with tissue paper. She asked her what the reason was for all of this, and my grandma replied in the dramatic manner that she always does: "It is so that they don't fly inside because if they do, it will be the end of me" (a not so great translation of the canto phrase that literally means 'i'm going to die'). My mom, having heard this not just on several, but all occasions, knew just what to say. She told my grandma that if that was the case, then she should stuff all the holes in her face, her eyes, her nose, her mouth, everything with tissues to prevent any possibility of this from happening. That made my grandma cackle until her dentures dropped loose--she realized that she may have been just a little bit ridiculous. However, she still wears tissue stuffed ears today.

Weekend in Philly

GW Bridge at night. Almost lost my camera for this shot.

Her Morning Elegance

As she fights for her life, she is caught by a thread.

A couple of things from Blackstone Blvd

I took a walk with my camera before my run today

Stopped by some pretty flowers

I'll call them yellow delicacies if I may

and this house over here, I've been meaning to photograph it because its so cute with its dancing flower pots, each dangling there at different lengths (I wish I had a better photo to show, it really is perfect)

and I cannot forget this house, which I walk by every time and it makes me smile. 

Yea yea, it looks like any other house but just wait..

look at the stone children on the left,

What a wonderful family this must be, 

through rain and shine.

More flowers. 

They've got something I've been looking for for a long long time.

A mark of poise and the ability to stand out from a dry bed of green.

and I promise you this is no movie script-ending, 

but it was truly a perfect moment. So I snapped a photo of these 

two strangers sharing opposite sides of a bench. 

and then, the man turned his head towards my way and I had to pretend I was snapping a picture of the grass. Squirrel!