Posts Tagged ‘architecture’

I rarely combine challenges, but this photo, taken in downtown Chicago last summer, seemed to work well for both Day 3 of the Black and White Challenge and for the 4th Monday of the month Phoneography Challenge, Challenger’s Choice.  The black and white really makes the details show up and there are lots of details!


Today I’d like to invite Nicole at Third Eye Mom to participate in the 5-Day Black and White challenge.  She has the most marvelous, colorful photos from all over the world, but I know she can do a great job in B&W as well.  But you’ll find much more than photos on her blog.  I’m not going to give anything away.  Just visit.  I assure you you won’t regret it.

We arrived!!  We made it to France via KLM, who took great care of us, and have caught up (more or less) on our sleep.  We’re near Ternuay-Melay-et-Saint-Hilaire, in the region of  Franche-Comté (the latter half of that name also the name of a famous cheese.)  There is rather distinctive architecture in this area and one of the main features is the use of stone, which was left by glaciers many years ago.  Here are a few photos from our first foray into the countryside.

Old bread oven

Old bread oven


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In the fourth week of the Phoneography Challenge, each photographer chooses from the following themes: Abstraction, Animals, Architecture, Food Photography, Night Photography, Objects, Portraiture, Still Life, Street Photography, and Travel.  I recently was in the Cuyahoga County Courthouse in Cleveland, Ohio and was mesmerized by the turn-of-last-century architecture.  I spent at least half an hour wandering around drinking in the beauty and taking photo after photo, half expecting a security person to ask me what I was doing.  Fortunately from a legal point of view, I’d never had reason to be there in the many years I lived in Cleveland.  From an architectural and historical point of view, I was happy to have finally had a chance to see it.

The building was constructed from 1906–1912 by the architectural firm of Lehman & Schmitt. The building is Beaux Arts style and is constructed of Milford pink granite from Massachusetts. The rusticated masonry of the ground floor includes deeply recessed and arched windows and doors. A protruding keystone tops each one. The front entrance is flanked by bronze statues of Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamilton sculpted by Karl Bitter. Directly above the front entry doors are three large arched windows between fluted columns of the Ionic order allowing daylight into the courtroom within. The frieze of the cornice includes the inscription “Cuyahoga County Courthouse”. Above the cornice are several stone statues of historical law givers. Two of these figures, of Edward I and John Hampden, were sculpted by Daniel Chester French. The rear elevation facing Lake Erie is composed similarly, but with the inscription “Liberty is Obedience to Law”. A pediment with a plain tympanum surmounts the central element of the facade on both the north and south elevations.

The interior contains murals by Frank Brangwyn, Violet Oakley, Charles Yardley Turner, Max Bohm and Frederick Wilson.


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Looking through my photos for something pink for this week’s Travel Theme, I realized that apart from flowers, there aren’t as many pink things in my stash of photos as most other colors.  However, one of my favorite photos from our 2011 trip to Provence is replete with pinks, so I offer it for your enjoyment.  If you’d like to see more travel photos, tomorrow I’ll be participating in the Phoneography Challenge (and my entries will feature travel), so feel free to stop back in, especially if you take photos by non-traditional means, such as with phones or an iPad, in which case, you might like to participate.


Today is one of the elusive fifth Mondays; hence, another opportunity for challenger’s choice. My photos are a combination of travel and architecture, taken during our trip to Provence and Normandy in 2011. What no doubt seems ordinary to the people of Provence appears beautiful to me–the lovely colors, the practical shutters, winding streets, flowers, the copious use of stone. Combine these with good weather, great markets and fabulous food and, in our case, time with family and you have a vacation that’s hard to beat. The first is one of my favorites of all the photos I took, but please weigh in and let me know your favorite and why.  Other entries are here.

P.S.  Full disclosure time.  I’m doing one of my epic driving trips (Chicago to Akron, Ohio on Sunday afternoon, Akron to Philly and back as far as possible on Monday, back to Chicago on Tuesday.  Virtually no internet time, so I prepared this post on Saturday….before we spent all afternoon looking at, then buying, a new Toyota Sienna.  Just as I was about to drop off to sleep, I realized both the photos were taken before I had my iPad, taken with a, gasp, small digital camera!!  But alas, I have no time to do another post for several days, so I’m throwing myself on the mercy of the Phoneography group and my readers to present these as photos I love that were NOT taken by phone of iThingy.  If this is the worst thing I do for the rest of 2013, I’m in good shape.  🙂  And thanks for understanding.  At some point on Monday, I’ll get some internet, set up a pingback and post this non-entry.



The subject of the fourth Monday Phoneography Challenge is the photographer’s choice from the following:  Abstraction, Architecture, Food Photography, Night Photography, Portraiture, Still Life, Street Photography, and Travel.  I’m sure we wouldn’t be ostracized if we chose something completely different, either.  If you take photos with a phone or an iThingy of any sort, click on the highlighted link and feel free to join.  Or you might just access the other entries for the week.

My choice this week is “Architecture” and I offer you two very diverse types seen in Philadelphia.  No editing except for adding my name.



“From lines to patterns. We see lines and patterns in the world around us, in nature and things man-made. Sometimes we don’t realize they’re there: on the street, across the walls, up in the sky, and along the ground on which we walk.”

Here are some patterns I’ve seen and enjoyed. I hope you do, too.  To view more patterns, click here.

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The world-class Cleveland Museum of Art opened in 1916 and has been serving the people of northeast Ohio ever since. The original neoclassic building of white Georgian marble has now been expanded by the addition of a thoroughly modern building plus renovation of the original building.

I have to admit that I like the older part of the building better, but the two disparate parts of the building seem to work well together. The museum’s outstanding collections are much better displayed now and best of all, the museum, with the exception of special exhibitions, is still free! If you’d like to read more about the museum, their website is here:  And if you’re in Cleveland, stop by.  You won’t be disappointed. None of the photos have been edited.

To get connected to more of the entries, click here.

The first photo is of the new atrium, which beautifully joins the old and new sections of the museum.


Here’s another example of the new and the old.


View of part of University Circle from the new section.


Sky view from part of the new section.


What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry
William Blake





from Men, Women, and Ghosts

by Amy Lowell

I walk down the garden paths,
And all the daffodils
Are blowing, and the bright blue squills.
I walk down the patterned garden-paths
In my stiff, brocaded gown.
With my powdered hair and jewelled fan,
I too am a rare
Pattern. As I wander down
The garden paths.

My dress is richly figured,
And the train
Makes a pink and silver stain
On the gravel, and the thrift
Of the borders.
Just a plate of current fashion,
Tripping by in high-heeled, ribboned shoes.
Not a softness anywhere about me,
Only whalebone and brocade.
And I sink on a seat in the shade
Of a lime tree. For my passion
Wars against the stiff brocade.
The daffodils and squills
Flutter in the breeze
As they please.
And I weep;
For the lime-tree is in blossom
And one small flower has dropped upon my bosom.

And the plashing of waterdrops
In the marble fountain
Comes down the garden-paths.
The dripping never stops.
Underneath my stiffened gown
Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin,
A basin in the midst of hedges grown
So thick, she cannot see her lover hiding,
But she guesses he is near,
And the sliding of the water
Seems the stroking of a dear
Hand upon her.
What is Summer in a fine brocaded gown!
I should like to see it lying in a heap upon the ground.
All the pink and silver crumpled up on the ground.

I would be the pink and silver as I ran along the paths,
And he would stumble after,
Bewildered by my laughter.
I should see the sun flashing from his sword-hilt and the buckles
on his shoes.
I would choose
To lead him in a maze along the patterned paths,
A bright and laughing maze for my heavy-booted lover,
Till he caught me in the shade,
And the buttons of his waistcoat bruised my body as he clasped me,
Aching, melting, unafraid.
With the shadows of the leaves and the sundrops,
And the plopping of the waterdrops,
All about us in the open afternoon —
I am very like to swoon
With the weight of this brocade,
For the sun sifts through the shade.

Underneath the fallen blossom
In my bosom,
Is a letter I have hid.
It was brought to me this morning by a rider from the Duke.
“Madam, we regret to inform you that Lord Hartwell
Died in action Thursday se’nnight.”
As I read it in the white, morning sunlight,
The letters squirmed like snakes.
“Any answer, Madam,” said my footman.
“No,” I told him.
“See that the messenger takes some refreshment.
No, no answer.”
And I walked into the garden,
Up and down the patterned paths,
In my stiff, correct brocade.
The blue and yellow flowers stood up proudly in the sun,
Each one.
I stood upright too,
Held rigid to the pattern
By the stiffness of my gown.
Up and down I walked,
Up and down.

In a month he would have been my husband.
In a month, here, underneath this lime,
We would have broke the pattern;
He for me, and I for him,
He as Colonel, I as Lady,
On this shady seat.
He had a whim
That sunlight carried blessing.
And I answered, “It shall be as you have said.”
Now he is dead.

In Summer and in Winter I shall walk
Up and down
The patterned garden-paths
In my stiff, brocaded gown.
The squills and daffodils
Will give place to pillared roses, and to asters, and to snow.
I shall go
Up and down,
In my gown.
Gorgeously arrayed,
Boned and stayed.
And the softness of my body will be guarded from embrace
By each button, hook, and lace.
For the man who should loose me is dead,
Fighting with the Duke in Flanders,
In a pattern called a war.
Christ! What are patterns for?