November 29, 2014

WordPress Photo Challenge 11/28/2014: Things That Converge



 Photos are visual spaces where shapes and lines, objects, and people come together. The November 28, 2014, WordPress photo challenge asked us to explore the ways lines and shapes can converge in interesting ways through photography.

My first photo, taken in Pottsville, Pennsylvania, aptly speaks to art—which here is converged with an unlikely object, a parking meter:

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My second photos converge in more than one way. They represent a convergence of two towns, which were for a time sister cities—Ligonier, Pennsylvania and Ligonier, Indiana. A second convergence is of art and structures.

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The third convergence is of the lights and walls in the Squirrel Hill Tunnel in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Photo taken from our moving car.

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My next photo was taken at Hampton Beach, New Hampshire. It shows water converging with the sand


March 6, 2012

From Ligonier to Ligonier: Part II



The Lincoln Highway ribbons coast to coast

from Times Square to the Golden Gate—

along the way it connects Ligonier to Ligonier

To read FROM LIGONIER TO LIGONIER: Part I click on: 

March 1, 2011—Tuesday.


In 1758, when British forces launched a major campaign to remove French forces from the forks of the Ohio, now Pittsburgh, this spot on Loyalhanna Creek was the site of their westernmost camp before reaching the Ohio. It was an enormous army, a virtual moving city of 6,000 people, that temporarily made this the most populated spot in Pennsylvania second only to Philadelphia. The fort was named Fort Ligonier and the settlement that grew up around it was called the same until eventually being shortened to Ligonier.*
There were only a few families in the Valley when John Ramsey laid out a town in 1817, taking advantage of the new Philadelphia – Pittsburgh Turnpike. Stage coaches stopped and hitched their horses at hitching posts around what is now known as “the Diamond.” Passengers obtained food and supplies in local stores. Local farmers came to trade their produce for supplies and to hear the latest bits of news. Ramsey’s basic plan covered only four blocks around the public square, the Diamond. The town grew slowly and became an incorporated borough in 1834, and eventually thrived as the crossroads of the Valley and the shopping center for the farmers of the area.****


Here’s an old shot of the Diamond I found on rootsweb called Ligonier PA to Ligonier, IN. Here’s an excerpt of the family history. 

In 1834 my father’s oldest sister, Elizabeth, married Isaac Cavin. They went at once to live in Indiana. They made the journey with two horses, one carrying all their worldly goods in a pack saddle and my aunt and uncle taking turns walking or riding the other horse. There were no roads to enable them to use a wagon. Arriving at their destination in Noble County, my uncle founded the new town and gave it the name of the old home town in Pennsylvania – (more…)

March 4, 2012

From Ligonier to Ligonier: Part I



The Lincoln Highway ribbons coast to coast

from Times Square to the Golden Gate—

along the way it connects Ligonier to Ligonier.

     March 1, 2011—Tuesday.

     I arranged my notepad, pen, and camera before I approached a family standing on a corner waiting for the light to change.

     “I’m doing a survey,” I said to them. “How do you like living in Ligonier?” 

     “Ligonier is a great place to stay now that they are getting it cleaned up,” said Johnetta, the older of the two women. “I lived here before for nineteen years.” 

     “I just moved back,” said Sarana Young, the second woman. “My family is here.”

     I asked them if I could photograph them, and used my trigger finger when they agreed.

     Just then my husband came up to tell me that the red brick building on the next block was the police station.

     “That might be an interesting place to continue my survey,” I said as I walked to the structure’s steps and Monte returned to the car.    

     Inside a young woman was standing in front of a glass window with no one behind it. Assuming the attendant was searching for something for her, and I approached her.

     “I’m doing a survey,” I said. “Would you mind answering a question for me?”

     She looked at me rather suspiciously, a little bit puzzled, but tentatively agreed.

     “How do you like living in Ligonier?”

     “I’ve lived here since 2000. I like it. It’s small and quiet.”

     From the corner of my eye I noticed a grim-faced police officer enter the room. I briefly considered (more…)

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