Every time I see this picture of a street in Little Italy, I think ‘Yeah, this is why I love Baltimore.’
The Grand Prix was last weekend here in Baltimore, here is picture of the car that won the race in the paddock the day before the race.
I love kitsch. Odds and ends, oddities, vintage, junk…you name it, I love it. You wouldn’t know that by looking at my house. I just can’t have a lot of stuff around, useless stuff has got to be thrown away. But I have couple of small things, useless kitsch, strewn about…and it makes me happy. My favorite store in Baltimore is located downtown and is called “The Antique Man”.
And because I like pictures, here is a second batch
License and registration? (a statue from my favorite store in Baltimore)
The Grand Prix of Baltimore is coming and I had a chance to take a picture of one of the IndyCars at a festival in Little Italy this weekend. Cool, huh?
For tickets, there’s a sweet deal running on Living Social.
Anime figure from Otakon
Because if you’re going to take a picture of the mayor of Baltimore, she should look her absolute best.
Batman’s kind of an asshole.
I think as a Maryland blog, I am required by law to feature a picture of a crab once a year. So here ya go!
I didn’t do anything for the fourth this year, I’m assuming because I suck or I’m lazy. One of the two. But here’s some fireworks from last year.
I don’t often post photos of myself, because, hey who wants to look at that shit? But I love these and thought I would share. NO COMMENTING ON THE BAD HAIR DAY, DEAL?
And for one with my daughter;
Glass ceiling and architectural detail at the Eisenhower Executive Building.
Play Structure at Pierce’s Park, in Downtown Baltimore
The Oval Office from the outside.
I love this photo and this piece. It says a lot about love and life and motherhood to me. “L’Amour et L’Amitie” (Love and Friendship) (Plaster Version)
A creation from the Baltimore Flowermart. It had a ribbon on it, so I think it won something.
A fire-eater at the 2012 Baltimore Flowermart in Mt. Vernon. I was so lucky to get this shot.
Just a picture of the West Wing. No big.
More pretty beads. Thanks to Bedazzled in Baltimore for letting me take pictures in their store.
Pretty Beads at a bead store in Baltimore.
Here are some of my photos from my recent trip around Baltimore. Enjoy!
Because why not take a picture of a white cat sitting on your fence on rainy day? His stare is both creepy and serene. I dig that.
If you read my last post, then you know I need some pretty in my life right now. Spring brought it to me, right outside my front door.
Spring. And yes, we grew grass inside. I just needed some greenery.
In my tea? Oh, just some sugar and honey.
Baltimore has a sweet tooth.
As promised, a picture of my other Valentine’s gift. These are two medallions. One representing Gabriel the Archangel (with Enochian on the back side) and the other a reproduction of an ancient Persephone medallion. There is a backstory for these, but I am not going to share it. Just know it means something, something very special.
and the back-
I had a wonderful Valentine’s day, how was yours? I cannot wait to photograph my favorite gifts, but first the old stand-bys. Just looking at these brings a smile to my face.
There were chocolates…
and, of course, roses.
That is a sleeping swan, not a trash bag. I know you were thinking it.
Baltimore on the bay.
Oreo does not care for your plebeian opinions.
Yes, this is the obligatory shot of the snow and ice from last night. You’re welcome.
Good morning, Baltimore!
It’s not a dresser, it’s a multi-level cat bed.
Close up of the organ at Westminster Hall in Baltimore, MD.
Stained glass detail in downtown Baltimore.
I love this picture, it is a good representation of how much nature respects our burial traditions. Which is not at all.
Here’s the thing. I think graves and our system of burying people is an INCREDIBLE waste. Basically, we take someone whose soul is gone, pump them full of toxic chemicals, dress them up, and then stare at them for a few hours. Then we put them in the ground atop a few feet of concrete in a box that will be there FOREVER, and then cover them with dirt. And in 50 years no one will even care who is in that box. There is just no need for it. Because in a hundred years your tombstone will be covered in dirt and no one is going to care what your casket looked like or what dress you were buried in or what you looked like at the funeral. When I die, take everything medicine can use, burn my body and scatter my ashes somewhere. I’ll be dead. I WON’T CARE.
Yes, yes I am full of sunshine today, sue me.
Random stuff on Poe’s grave, because nothing says devoted fan like…uh….a bottle cap?
It’s a headstone, an old headstone, with money on it. I imagine there is a good reason, maybe some old tradition I don’t know of. But all I can think of is some jackass going to his friend’s grave and being all “Here’s the sixteen cents I owe you.” And the dead guy looking down and thinking, “LOT OF GOOD IT DOES ME NOW!”
I love this photo for so many reasons. Taken in downtown Baltimore, near Poe’s Grave.
Find your happiness:
Edgar Allan Poe has a strong Baltimore connection. He had family here, lived here and died here (though he wasn’t living here at the time, he died while visiting relatives). He is buried in what is now smack in the middle of downtown Baltimore. If you don’t know, I LOVE graveyards. Give me a camera, a fall day, and an old cemetery and I won’t come out til dark. Sunday I visited Westminster Hall where Poe’s grave lies. Here is a picture of his second grave (his first was unmarked and his third and last is near the front with a monument), but I like this one the best.
My time to enjoy Halloween with my children is rapidly coming to an end. Soon they will be too ‘cool’ for the dress-up. I take all the pictures I can.
From Wikipedia: Located in an area rich with American history, scholars believe the span crosses within 100 yards of the site, marked in the water off the bridge by a stars and striped painted buoy, where Francis Scott Key witnessed the bombardment of Fort McHenry on the evening of September 12, 1814. That battle inspired Key to write the words of the Star Spangled Banner. Located just southeast of the bridge are the ruins of Fort Carroll.
Ladies and Gentlemen I present to you, the Francis Scott Key buoy:
A picture of Baltimore at dusk on a rainy day.
You might think that this piñata is filled with tiny bottles of booz. Well, you’d be right. Also, it is filled WITH AWESOME.
I was going for another one of my artsy monochromatic shots here, and was only mildly successful. This is why I am not a professional photographer.
Chesapeake on the Chesapeake.
Creepy eyes are staring at you…
I have someone on my mind today who lives in Vegas, so I thought I would reach back and pull out one of the photos from last year’s blogworld. This little sculpture sat under a weeping willow right in the front yard. That may or may not have been scary when coming home from a party at night. I think everyone asked at least three times, ‘Who is sitting in the front yard?’
I was trying to think of a picture that would match my mood. Then I remembered a joke that goes around on tumblr sometimes. It’s a picture of a duck, and the caption is “Fuck it, it’s my blog and I’m blogging a duck.”
I think that fits here, too.
From the Pentagon 9/11 memorial. Each bench had a person’s name on it, with a pool of water underneath. It is quite simply done, and beautiful.
Some exciting news, I have my first ‘published’ photograph up today. You can find it here. Truffles, yummmm. Anyway, another DC picture…
Comic Cons are at their core about comics.
The Baltimore Comic-Con was this weekend. You knew I would be there, right? Here’s my favorite shot;
And old Fire Call box in DC.
Tiny people are tiny.
An anchor at the Inner Harbor.
I did a photowalk in Baltimore on Sunday. It was hot, but I got some great shots. A friend let me borrow their macro lens, and I used it for this shot. This is my favorite shot of the day. I know what my next lens is going to be!
Little fighter is little.
More from Baltimore’s Artscape;
I have been experimenting shooting in RAW. It’s a lot of work, but I was able to do some things I haven’t been able to do before. Like this photo, this photo would have been way overexposed in any other format. But using the RAW format I was able to work with the photo and bring out this image. Neat, huh?
For your nightmares;
Bad news: If you ride with me anywhere and I have my camera, I do two things that will annoy you. One: I will keep saying “That would make a good picture” and Two: I will randomly pull over and pull out my camera and take pictures, thereby embarassing you. You’re welcome, Sara.
I’ve recently become obsessed with spinner rings (aka ‘worry rings’). I have been looking online for a while, but I was reluctant to order. With these rings it’s important that the motion is smooth, that it spins nicely, and I was afraid I would get one online and it would be all frakked up. The other day, I was going by the Fire & Ice and voila – a perfect spinner ring.
My fourth was great, how was yours?
I stopped by the Pentagon 9/11 memorial today – it’s a moving experience. Each victim has their own bench.
One of the best things about blog conferences is that you get to meet the people behind the words. This lady is one of my faves. She’s Cecily K and she blogs at Uppercase Woman, and has that sort of style I can relate to. I got to meet her at BlogWorld this year.
Hula-hooping and instructions on how to kill zombies = epiciness.
I know there a lot farmer’s market photos lately, and that can get redundant -but look at this zucchini! Beautiful.
I am constantly having to remind people how hilarious I am. I don’t why- LOOK, even my dog thinks I’m hilarious.
Now that June is here, more flowers and fruit are showing up at the Farmer’s Market.
Poe is buried in Baltimore. Here’s a hint- A portrait on your tombstone is never going to turn out good. Now you know.
Two posts of non-original content?! I know, I know, I’m cheating. Well, it happens.
Creepy guy in an Oriole suit? All part of the game.
More Subway art;
I was on a limited budget in New York, so I tried to save on taxi fare whenever I could. That meant walking quite a bit. I passed by this small little park twice and the second time I couldn’t resist taking a picture of the green, leafy slice of paradise.
Subway sculpture. Cool.
Summer is prime bubble blowing weather. I like all the reflections on this big bubble.
I took my kids to their first ever Baseball game at Camden Yards this week. We had to leave in the 7th inning because it was a school night, and glad we did too! The game went on for like a hundred innings and the O’s STILL lost to the Yankees. Sheesh. Ahyhoo, here’s a picture of Félix Pie (pronounced pee-ay).
I just remembered I haven’t shared my photos from Philly with you. Aren’t you lucky??
This weekend my ex, myself, our two children, my best friend, her sister, and her two children went up to Hershey, PA to celebrate my son’s 10th birthday. If you were watching my twitter stream, you know how taxing that whole ‘being an adult’ thing was. Honestly. It was a nice day out, but at every place you went the person/ people talking started with the same line “Milton Hershey was a great man….” The eyerolls were plentiful. I consoled myself with chocolate. Also, whoever the PR people who put that crap together should get a bonus.
Baltimore has been on my mind lately, for various reasons. How about one of those great inner harbor ’tourist’ shots that we all love?
This child has the beautiful smile, but really, I spend all day trying not to kiss the freckle that sits on his right eyelid.
Baseball season has started. Viva la bats!
Since I spent the last post bitching, how about some beautiful flowers?
What would a farmer’s market in Baltimore be without a saxophone player? A damn sad farmer’s market, that’s what.