Tuesday, September 21, 2010
The leaves, they are a-changin'...
The leaves are a little brittle all over the place and you can tell the big change is around the bend, but in Central Park today, the big elms were flashing little hints of yellow. I snapped a shot that turned out to capture the vibe pretty well. Come on autumn!
Monday, September 6, 2010
A bean feast...
I'm realizing that I should adjust the title of this blog to reflect its regular Hipstamatic leanings. Oh well. I really love how they look! So there.
As this blog entry's title suggests, here are some little discoveries made while in or near Boston. First of all... it's a good thing to notice milestones. I'm a born-and-raised west coast guy. We vacationed on the Pacific Ocean which was about an hour from home. This picture shows my first steps in the Atlantic. Some observations: The sand is coarser and richer in color. The plant life washing ashore is more grassy than kelpy. On this particular beach (near Provincetown) there was a wealth of pretty stones, agates, etc. Unfortunately near our haunts on the Pacific, the agates seem to have been mostly depleted. I still prefer the Pacific coastline hands down, but it's fun to see a different beauty of the shoreline across the country.
Some sidewalks around Boston's green market have been inlaid with brass impressions of things that might litter said market during shopping times (cabbage leaves, scraps, etc.). Someone has taken advantage of a couple embedded nails and has carved out a little addition.
In the courtyard of the Old North Church (you know... one if by land, two if by sea) is a display created by kids in the Sunday School. There's a dog tag representing and honoring each American who has lost their life in the Iraq war. It's quite a sobering display.
There were so many more wonderful discoveries on this trip to Massachusetts – and I've documented a lot of them on my other blog (click here) – but I'll end this entry with this observation. There's a subway line in Boston called the Wonderland-bound blue line. Wonderland was an amusement park built near the turn of the 20th century. It's not there any more, but the train still bears its name. I think it's such a lovely idea to take a train to Wonderland, as if we all jump into this immense rabbit hole. In NYC, I often feel like I regularly ride a magical traveling wardrobe which yields many diverse magical adventures as I push through the coats each time. Anyway... some whimsical thoughts for the brink of autumn.
Keep those eyes and ears open, y'all.
As this blog entry's title suggests, here are some little discoveries made while in or near Boston. First of all... it's a good thing to notice milestones. I'm a born-and-raised west coast guy. We vacationed on the Pacific Ocean which was about an hour from home. This picture shows my first steps in the Atlantic. Some observations: The sand is coarser and richer in color. The plant life washing ashore is more grassy than kelpy. On this particular beach (near Provincetown) there was a wealth of pretty stones, agates, etc. Unfortunately near our haunts on the Pacific, the agates seem to have been mostly depleted. I still prefer the Pacific coastline hands down, but it's fun to see a different beauty of the shoreline across the country.
Some sidewalks around Boston's green market have been inlaid with brass impressions of things that might litter said market during shopping times (cabbage leaves, scraps, etc.). Someone has taken advantage of a couple embedded nails and has carved out a little addition.
In the courtyard of the Old North Church (you know... one if by land, two if by sea) is a display created by kids in the Sunday School. There's a dog tag representing and honoring each American who has lost their life in the Iraq war. It's quite a sobering display.
There were so many more wonderful discoveries on this trip to Massachusetts – and I've documented a lot of them on my other blog (click here) – but I'll end this entry with this observation. There's a subway line in Boston called the Wonderland-bound blue line. Wonderland was an amusement park built near the turn of the 20th century. It's not there any more, but the train still bears its name. I think it's such a lovely idea to take a train to Wonderland, as if we all jump into this immense rabbit hole. In NYC, I often feel like I regularly ride a magical traveling wardrobe which yields many diverse magical adventures as I push through the coats each time. Anyway... some whimsical thoughts for the brink of autumn.
Keep those eyes and ears open, y'all.
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