Monochrome Mondays



This photo has haunted me ever since I took it in 2015 while in Budapest, Hungary.  Our traveling group for the day had gathered in a large open area before heading into a nearby cathedral.  Out of no where this woman in old dirty clothing appeared beside me.  She never spoke,  just passed by searching the crowd with sad dark eyes, hoping for a coin or two to be dropped into an old tin cup.   As she turned away I snapped one shot of her bent over using a cane to help steady her every step.  The modern drainage system and her cane are the only signs that this photo wasn’t taken years ago.



Dinner Bell

Dinner bells have been used for centuries to notify family and field hands that dinner is ready.  I grew up with a small bell just outside our back door.  When you heard the bell ringing, even blocks away, my friends and I always took off for home.  Not only was it my dinner time but theirs as well.  This cast iron dinner bell located at our son in laws family ranch in South Dakota, is an iconic part of the ranch, just like the numerous barns, fences and house built with love by his recently deceased grandfather.