The first photographs I ever made, with my Dad’s guidance, were of tugboats and barges moored at piers along the Manhattan side of the East River in New York. I loved the deep rumbling sound of their diesel engines and most of all, the piercing “toot” of the tugboat whistles. I watched as teams of powerful tugs nudged huge vessels into piers on the Manhattan and Brooklyn shores and wondered what it would be like to take a trip on a tug.
I rushed to catch the sunset tonight from the Annisquam neighborhood of Gloucester, MA. Got there just in time, don’t you think?
Bearskin Neck in Rockport, Massachusetts is a year round mecca for tourists but traffic slows down considerably by mid November. It’s a bit like Provincetown, MA in minature and much more intimate and approachable.
I have a client who engages me to photograph temporary bridges over highways and waterways. No doubt you have seen some of these projects; bare steel structures that stand for months or even years while new crossings are built or old bridges repaired. On this day I hired a single engine plane and a pilot to fly over the Merrimack River in Lowell, Massachusetts.
This morning I wandered down to the State Pier in Gloucester, MA with a camera and one lens, hoping to find some photographs of fishermen. I spoke to one lobsterman who said that it hardly pays to go out these days.
The granite quarry at Halibut Point in Rockport, MA was operated from about 1840 to 1920. Now part of a State Park, its reflecting fresh waters blend with the hues of the Atlantic beyond the line of trees. Sailors shouted “Haul About” when they rounded this rocky point on Cape Ann, hence the name “Halibut Point.”
The tide is high and the wind is very gusty on this first week in June. The rental kayaks on Bearskin Neck in Rockport are full of rainwater and the lobster fisherman are not venturing out into the stormy surf. My camera and lenses are wet and this is a glorious day for photography on Cape Ann.
My fascination with the rocks of Cape Ann continues. Here, on a very foggy evening with a flat sea, the shoreline of Lanesville shows off its granite boulders and small, reflective, tidal pools.
On a perfect spring morning in the fishing village of Rockport on Cape Ann, Massachusetts, just a few lobster boats are moored in the calm harbor.
Even though the streetlights along the boulevard of Western Avenue in Gloucester, MA are excessively bright, their reflections in the calm harbor do have a magical quality.