wellturned

history is always there, but on days like yesterday it truly makes itself known. that is what i have been thinking about more than anything today.

there isn’t anything i could write that hasn’t been written one thousand times, but here are a few things i’ll remember.

• the sight of an emotional john lewis and jesse jackson — two of many who put their lives on the line at a time when days like yesterday seemed impossible to imagine
• the 2-hour line i stood in waiting to vote, the diversity of the people in it, and how excited so many of them were
• the nameless people in grant park crying with joy
• the excitement of people around the world who have a newfound optimism about our country
• wesley clark getting choked up while talking to reporters about how he had been watching the results with ernest green, one of the students at central high
• the feeling of celebration unlike any election thus far in my lifetime — new years eve, a world series win, mardi gras, and the 4th of july all rolled into one.

1. why doesn’t massachusetts have early voting?
2. i am lucky.
3. what happened to editors? new album please.
4. once again, tom friedman is the master of the obvious, but in a good way. reading the new book for book club, and i like it, in fact a lot more than i liked the world is flat (so far anyway).
5. i am happy for phillies fans — philly has always struck me (like baltimore) as one of the great american cities that the rest of 21st century america has forgotten.
6. i need to volunteer more. what is wrong with me? IAVA: this is one group i would like to do stuff for besides donate money. i have given them money, but is there something else i should be doing?
7. it is time for something new.

came across this video of boston in 1903. kind of ghostly, yet cool. much of boylston street is unrecognizable until they get to copley…

haven’t posted in a while. things have been a bit crazy. i feel another photo essay coming on — i’ve been eyeing all sorts of little architectural details on my way to work (i know, i know, it’s so exciting you might pass out!) so i’ll have those ready soon.

in the meantime, i would like to celebrate the fact that i decided what to use my shiny new newbury comics gift card that a really good friend of mine gave me for… (drumroll please…c’mon, really, please, because i don’t buy cds NEARLY as much as i used to and, sadly, i have thought about this a lot):

1. new ray lamontagne’s gossip in the grain
2. new okkervil river
3. (somewhat) new airborne toxic event

oooh. shiny new cds. yay!

for now anyway.

i promise this is the last willow.

there was quite a drought that year.

i’m a fan of how the bridge echoes the bunker hill monument. said echoing is pretty evident here.

yes, it is the obligatory train shot.

me without coffee.

and then, really, i’m calling it a night.

so — i really like weeping willows.

this attractive piece of property is right next to the science museum. odd.

apparently none of the big dig money made its way up in this piece.

at the risk of sounding repetitive…has anyone noticed the good ol’ salt & pepper bridge looks horrible when you’re up close? seriously, people. let’s get some money on that — stat.

it’s part deux, folks. a part or two more to come — i took about a gazillion photos this weekend in between jogs around the esplanade. i am tired, but in a good way. also, i do not have to feel guilty for all the food i had at brunch today.

i just had to get one of the citgo sign in there somewhere. i think i might need a real camera with a telephoto lens. but that sounds expensive and if it involves me reading a manual, i am not that interested.

i have about a million photos of the skyline. most of them look like everybody else’s photos of the skyline. and i guess this one does too. but i liked the cloud formations, so i am posting this one anyway.

apparently i stumbled upon a bench at hogwarts.

i really have nothing to say about fiedler’s gigantic noggin here.

you shall know us by our H.

hi, i am the wise warrior goddess. beneath me sits a culinary school. apparently somebody got me mixed up with hestia.

if this sign were more clearly written, i wouldn’t have been momentarily thrown by the thought that whoever posted it apparently flunked american presidential history.

just in case you didn’t know what boathouse this was.

attention to detail.

symmetry works for me.

weeping willows. they’re like tree hippies.

i am easily distracted by shiny things.

hi, i am a forlorn and forgotten little boat.

this weird cloud looked ready to pounce on the hancock building.

not sure what i was going for there, but i didn’t quite get it.

okay, ‘essay’ may be the wrong word. because there is no thesis here. just a chick mucking around with a camera.

i like it when patriotism is subtle.

and here i thought paris had a monopoly on the overwrought (wrought…get it?) light fixtures.

i defy any non-polish person to spell my name correctly.

if you catch the light at the right moment, it’s kind of like indy in raiders when he’s down there with the snakes trying to get the sun to hit the amulet…okay, maybe not.

it’s my lucky number.