Posts tagged ‘trees’

8 October, 2011

A tremendous number of photos…

Sorry for the mega-update. Busy things for busy people…I’ve been keeping up with my photos, though.

September 25: Reading day. Made myself a pot of tea and drank out of one of my green cut-glass teacups. This was basically the most exciting thing I did all day.

September 26: Sitting around and waiting for the T to show up… 

September 27: The bounty from my adventure up to Harvard to see Ed’s miniature book. Look how wee it is! The book ends were actually stone. Ed’s book is a printing of Monty Python’s “The Galaxy Song”, and I cried a little, which may have helped me not get my ass handed to me by the Houghton book cops when they almost caught me taking these illegal pictures. Anyway, the book is beautiful, and I feel tremendously fortunate to have studied with such a cool person.

September 28: TODAY I FOUND A BUNNY AND THE WORLD WAS FULL OF GOODNESS. THAT IS ALL.

September 29: Long shadows at the Reservoir Stop.

September 30: Through ancient wrought iron (maybe? I’m not a window aficionado) windows, right before the weather threw a tantrum; litter and reflections. 

October 1: Today we went to the MFA and found my Christmas present. It’s an Akkadian (if memory serves) DRINKING CUP. Shaped like a FIST. Presumably if you get pissed off with your drinking buddy after you’ve emptied it, you can put it on and BEAT HIM UP. There is nothing about this fist-cup that isn’t AWESOME. I will let you draw your own conclusions about the cutlery dispensers, now with multi-purpose spoons.

October 2: Early morning morning glories, and one sunflower that snuck in there like a gawky cousin in from the country.

October 3: Every so often Boston College’s architecture really baffles me. Here we have a building that is basically butted up against a rock face. WHAT?

October 4: Your basic shot of the T; the front window display of a bookstore that I don’t believe actually sells books; mass-exodus at the Reservoir stop. Rush hour commuters are bizarre– a huge flock of people in high heels and suits, tramping along the train tracks, headed for the street.

October 5: Emerson area, at night.

October 6: Tree bark is cool. Just look how many colors this wants to be. 😀

October 7: Here’s a troubling juxtaposition of images– a stained glass window at St. Mary’s, and then I discovered at a street sale in Cambridge that apparently Shatner wrote a series of sci-fi books. Which Shatner? William Shatner. That Shatner. I included his charmingly normal author photo to prove it. 

October 8: Today was (supposed to be, but I am an excellent procrastinator) a reading day. Because it was lovely I went outside to read. It’s tremendously hard to convince yourself to be productive when you’re starting a three day weekend…

 

 

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24 September, 2011

American Slang, Inappropriate footwear, and Boston 365

I feel like an editorial note is needed about my photo-taking techniques. I basically want to point out that I have none. I don’t even use a “real camera” to take these– all of my photos are taken with my camera phone, pretty much while I’m walking (or standing around). Often I don’t even break stride while I line up a shot. The other thing is that I pick weird moments to take my photos. I pick moments when I’m alone, or on my way somewhere. This series is about me and this place, not the people in this place.

Also, this week kind of became “take pictures of my feet week.” I blame Diluvian.

September 19: Government Center, with a big blue sky– Quincy Market in the background. One of my students this week told me that what struck her the most the first time she came to America was how beautiful the blue sky was. This was followed by a shot at the Public Gardens (taken about 30 seconds before the swan bit the little girl, if anyone’s curious.)

September 20: Wearing sandals in inclement weather. I tried to take a picture while it was still raining, but by the time I got off the bus again it had finally stopped (dammit!)


September 21: One randomly interjected branch of autumn (I think the bird poop in Boston might be a little corrosive. Check out the holes in the leaves.)

September 22: Same tree as last week, further along in its reddening. I keep looking around at the green things everywhere in Boston, like I’m frantically trying to commit them to memory. Like I’ve never done a winter in the Northeast (in fact, I’ve never NOT done a winter in the Northeast.)

September 23: I AM SO CAFFEINATED AND IT IS AMAZING. FEAR ME, I NO LONGER STOP FOR BREATH WHEN TALKING (actually, not as scary as it looks. Tea bag mountain here took a few days to build.)

September 24: In the library someone spilled the paper assholes all over the floor. It was like carpet lice. Actually, at the time I was in full-on writer-brain mode, with no way to get to a writing place, and the paper assholes struck me as oddly whimsical and fantastic, which is why this picture was taken. This general stupidness is followed by me taking a rather dramatic shot of a statue on campus of the archangel Michael (being generally bad ass).

Now I’m going to actually do my readings for Monday, and drown myself in Erik Satie’s pretty, pretty music.

Until next time, love the blue sky, watch the leaves, and stay caffeinated.