capturing chester county photo contest: have you entered?

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My contest winning entry in 2014!

So you guys, have you entered County Lines Magazine Capturing Chester County photography contest yet?? You don’t have to be a professional (as in they only regular everyday folk who happened to capture the perfect shot!) , you just have to have a magical photo of our beautiful county to enter!

Yes, I indeed won the contest in 2014! I was so thrilled and it was so much fun and as a book worm, there is nothing better than a nice big gift certificate to a book store! This year the gift certificate is to Main Point Books, which if you have never been is nothing short of amazing! You can enter until October 7th.

Here are the details:

We’re holding our annual Capturing Chester County Photo Contest, and need more submissions! 
This year, we’re asking entrants to send us their one best photo of them in their favorite spot in Chester County.
(Shadows, photos with feet or hands work if you don’t want a full selfie.)
Semifinalists will be published in our November issue and posted on our Facebook page.
The winner of the contest will receive a $100 gift card to Main Point Books!
Our submission deadline is 11:59 pm on October 7.
Previous County Lines’ photo contest winners and professional photographers are not allowed.
Our rules and how to submit are our website: http://bit.ly/2lSLvm4

The short version?

  1. Like them on Facebook @CountyLinesMagazine.
  2. Upload & hashtag your 1 best photo #capturingchestercounty OR send it to info@valleydel.com.
  3. Tell them when and where it was taken. (i.e. “West Chester, August 2018”)

Oh come on!!!  It is so fun to be a part of it!  If I were allowed to, I would enter again!

capturing chester county

enough

Yesterday was a day.

It started extremely happily as I was doing something I really love to do. I had a wonderful time… until sadly I didn’t.

I encountered a woman, a total stranger, who upset me enough that I just stopped what I was doing and decided to go home. That doesn’t generally happen.

On the way home I saw something that made me smile. It was something happy that reminded me of what’s important and what’s lovely about life.

It was a group of boys, obviously good buddies, all clumped together on a public street corner hanging out as boys are wont to do. Of course, they are modern boys, so they were all clumped together each one staring at their smartphones. And they were standing next to a very important historic sign marker.

It was a moment. Frozen in time. It made me smile and I took the photo.

There was no malice. I captured a moment on a public street that made me smile. And shared it.

But oh no, because of the world we allow ourselves to live in, my happy moment caught in an image where you couldn’t even see the boys’ faces, was twisted and made ugly.

All of a sudden, a man I don’t know is leaving comments that I am a “sick person” and a “pedophile”. That I was a “twisted voyeur of children” unfit to live in my own community and that (and I quote) “you get banned all around Malvern and now you leer on kids.”

I have, among other things, never been banned from anywhere.

I took the comments as what they were, threats, and sent them in native format to the police in case something happened to me.

That is not something I regularly do, but I took those comments as the threats they were intended to be. I am a woman. And when a man is that viscerally verbally abusive in comments, I am not necessarily going to just say “well that’s ok”.

As a matter of fact I am NOT going to say any of this is ok any longer.

Whenever it is something to do with me, because I am the local blogger, people all over social media, including in community groups I am not part of, pile on. Comment after comment after comment.

It’s enough to make you puke because these groups all have “statements of community” after a fashion and how they are all about love, and family, and community and neighbors…unless it’s me or anyone else who will never be a cookie cutter version of them.

Whether it’s me or anyone else who isn’t in their limited circle of life or school car rider line, it’s just fine to tear everyone apart. We don’t have feelings. We’re not like you. We don’t matter.

And you people wonder why some of your kids are called out in school for being bullies or having behavioral issues? Where do you actually think they learn the behavior?

Last night, the day thankfully changed yet again. I was with friends for a surprise party for another friend.

I belonged there. I felt loved and safe there. I was with people who actually, truly, really know me. They all reminded me again of what is important in this world. And what’s not important are the people who want to turn lovely days ugly and dirty. What’s not important are those of you (some with extraordinarily flawed and messed up lives, I might add) sitting in judgement of me or anyone else you find suspicious for not being exactly like you.

PSA: I am done with the BS. I am over being judged, maligned, defamed, harassed, harangued, bullied….yet when some want something done I am the one they seek out?

Can’t have it both ways.

I am not a bad person and I don’t have to defend my existence to any of the shlubs who wish to sit in judgement of me, my blogging, my opinions, and what I choose to photograph on public streets. Or bars and restaurants I choose to review. Or for writing about what’s important to me.

I have been threatened, harassed, you name it. And for what? Because I am not some freaking Nouveau Stepford Wife or I didn’t grow up in Malvern when dinosaurs roamed the earth?

Get over yourselves.

Those who know me, know me to be loyal to a fault. Those who cross me know I don’t suffer fools lightly.

da boyz

This isn’t a very good photo and I know it, but the subject matter just struck a chord with me and made me smile.

These boys are all obviously good buddies and that’s what made me smile — them standing there all in a gaggle (even if they all were on their phones.)

I thought it was sweet. I hope they took the time to read the Duffys Cut sign 😊

Sadly this is what I got for taking a photo I thought was so sweet passing by on a public road:

Mr. Habib there is no expectation of privacy in a public space which is what a public road is. Call the police if you feel you must, but then you are harassing me which is sadly something else entirely. How dare you make an innocent photo seem dirty.

Of course Mr. Habib seems to need to have the last word, and in the end, I may be the one who needs to call the police:

p.za kitchen in exton trying to work out the kinks

9/27/2019 6:45 PM UPDATE: P.Za Kitchen Exton ran my disastrous order from last night again, and as Donna the manager promised it was like night and day. She took my suggestions to heart on where the food could improve and they actually improved it.

The pizza is more like it looked like in their ads, and it’s not super salty, greasy or soggy tonight. Same with the salad and the avocado and greens are more fresh.

For those who asked, they do not have a storefront they run a ghost kitchen out of another restaurant and are delivery only.

It takes a lot for a restaurant to admit they could improve and it’s very unusual I think that they actually do so quickly. I hope they keep this consistency up. If they do, they are definitely going to be a contender around here for pizza.

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BEFORE:

9/27/19 4:45 PM UPDATE: The manager of the Exton location called me a little while ago. She couldn’t have been nicer. She owned the problems last night – it sounds like she had already left when my order came in. She has no explanation for why they couldn’t contact me even through Grubhub to say there was a problem with the order or it would take longer. And she also on the fact that the restaurant staff last night dropped my pizza that was missing a slice and then put it in a box.

That takes a lot to own all those things and be nice and professional and friendly on the phone. They have asked to re-run my order on them and at first I didn’t want to do it because my husband said he absolutely would never want to eat their food ever again. But I spoke to him and he said yes.

I will update when I receive my order. I am impressed by the manager. This is how you deal with a problem as opposed to the way Brick & Brew treated me when I reviewed my experience in July.

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I understand P.Za Kitchen is new in Exton, PA, but I ordered two pizzas from them and one of them was missing a slice. Yes, missing a slice. How gross is that?

I did my order on a delivery from GrubHub and it wasn’t the GrubHub guy, it’s the restaurant. So they sent two free bottles of water to make up for the pizza that was missing a slice. This is a restaurant that you can’t dine in, they are delivery only.

Upon arrival, the GrubHub guy warned me that something was wrong with the order because they apparently kind of pulled him aside when he was picking it up. But the restaurant didn’t call me and they had my phone number via GrubHub.

When you have a problem with a delivery and you have the customer’s phone number you call them. No one called me. No one messaged me through the GrubHub app either. They just delivered pizza missing slices and both pizzas were greasy, salty, and soggy. WTF???

The salad I ordered was very good except for the avocado bits that were both brown and minuscule .

I’ve had Roman style pizza and what they delivered doesn’t quite cover it. Hell, Stouffer’s frozen French Bread Pizza would be more appealing.

Here’s hoping they get their act together because it was an expensive mistake to make to order from them. Never again.

What order was SUPPOSED to look like.

The order arrived warm with GrubHub but I won’t be coming back to them. I will note I tried to contact them by phone but it’s a toll-free number you call and when I called it it said “the party you are trying to reach is currently unavailable . “

Please also note they are still open!

P.za Kitchen is located at 300 Main Street in Exton. The phone number that no one can answer is 888-799-6601.

And again I ask, have you ever had a pizza delivered missing a slice?

Because I could not reach them I contacted GrubHub. GrubHub, although I didn’t ask for it , asked them to give me at least a partial refund and they refused. They would give me a coupon.

I will note again the problem is not with GrubHub here. They lived up to their part of the bargain. The problem is with this place P.Za Kitchen.

What they deliver doesn’t even look like what was shown on their menu!

P. Za Kitchen doesn’t know customer service. And their Exton location also doesn’t know what true Roman Pizza is either.

Sign me dissatisfied and never again.

oh downton you were missed

What a lovely movie. Lovely to look at, and a great continuation of the Downton Abbey series.

Dame Maggie Smith whom I have adored as an actress since The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie stole the show.

“Oh good, I’m glad I’m a revelation and not a disappointment.”

…and dear readers, that is all you get. Go see the movie. (I want to see it again!)