George’s Coney Island Hot Dogs is an original, serving hot dogs from generation to generation, everyday except Tuesday.
Founded in 1918, George’s Coney Island remains in its landmark location at 158 Southbridge Street in downtown Worcester, Massachusetts. In 1938, its namesake George Tsagarelis expanded his “store” to include its art deco design, wooden booths, tile floor and all-important counter.
In 1940, he added the Romanoff designed 60 foot neon sign. Modeled after George’s hand, the hot dog dripping mustard sign has welcomed hot dog lovers and seekers of the secret sauce as well as photographers and artists from all over the world.
It starts in the kitchen when I push the button and start the coffee. Without coffee, the day cannot begin.
Nan is there, acting as if she has never been fed.
Bonnie will fling herself at me until I produce a biscuit.
Then to the office, coffee in hand. I’ll be there for hours, until I finish reading and writing.
I watch the world through my office window.
Books, cameras, dolls, and high tech gear touch my life as I pass through my day.
Time to fit in some shopping. You can’t buy veggies online. Yet.
On a good day, I make time to take a few pictures.
Evenings are Garry and I with the furkids. Movie time! I often write on my laptop while the TV is on. A bloggers work is never done.
Through the door, into the bedroom. It’s late, time to sleep.
The day ends in the warm comfort of our bed. I love our bed. It always brings a sigh.
Waking up to the light in the bedroom, my day begins with coffee and ends where it began. Not exciting, perhaps, but it’s a form-fitting world for me and mine. I wanted this to be an ordinary day, like most days. There are busier days, days spent away from home, at doctor’s offices and (alas) working … but this is a regular average day in my life. Nothing special, nothing fancy. Welcome to my little world.
Like many photographers, I’ve experimented with manipulating images to look like paintings, posters, line drawing, and other art forms. These three came out nicely, I think. I don’t know if they are photographs anymore. I think after a sufficient amount of manipulation, it may be photography based art, but it’s no longer photography per se.
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This is a marshy area along the Blackstone River. It’s a manipulated image that intentionally resembles a poster.
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The roof on an old mansion not far from home.
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Definitely poster style! Black-eyed Susans, one of my favorite wild flowers.
With camera in hand, exploring European lands, cultures, food, and drink...mostly with a plan, but sometimes enjoying the adventure of just getting lost.