When I worked on Congress Street in Boston about 30 years ago, what is now called the Seaport District was little more than a couple of hundred acres of gravel parking lots — $5.00/day! A few seafood restaurants provided the only signs of business life. Today that neighborhood is crowded with towering hotels and techno headquarters; a city within a city.
Most of the photographs of bridges I see are taken from the air or otherwise above the bridge. Me, I go down, down, down and look up at the underbelly. This is the Mystic-Tobin Bridge in Boston, the largest in New England.
The Mystic-Tobin Memorial Bridge is a cantilever truss bridge that spans the Mystic River from Charlestown to Chelsea, Massachusetts. It opened in 1950 after two years of construction. The bridge is more than 1,500 feet long, with a center span of about 800 feet in length.
I’ve been thinking about a solo trip I took to Glacier National Park about 10 years ago. There were no more than 25 glaciers to see and identify; a small fraction of the 150 or so glaciers estimated to have inhabited the park about 100 years ago Some scientists are predicting that the number of measurable glaciers in the park will be zero within our lifetimes. To deny the existence of global warming is criminal. Government and business leaders who ignore the warming planet should leave their posts, willingly or not.
The Boston Symphony Orchestra was a frequent client for me in the early 80’s when I was first testing the waters of professional photography. I made this shot from a little window in the stage door, just large enough to position a 300mm lens. Absolute silence was required.
Harry Ellis Dickson was named Associate Conductor of the Boston Pops Orchestra in January 1980, and he was also founder, Artistic Director, and Conductor of the Boston Symphony Youth Concerts, as well as a member of the Boston Symphony’s Orchestra’s first violin section.
I’ve been visiting the Parker River National Wildlife Refuge in Newbury, MA since 1980. It’s always the same and different each time. The receding tide is magical. As always, these photographs are available as licensed images for commercial usa, and as custom archival prints for display.
The colors this year in Eastern Mass have been on the dull side I regret. But I know I can almost always find a winner in the nearby woods.
Columbus Day weekend means thousands of leaf-peepers invade The White Mountain National Forest, and I have avoided this weekend for years, until now. And, what a reward! I explored many familiar waterfalls, scenic vistas, and easy trails. Equipped with one Nikon body just two lenses, a pouch of filters, and my new secret weapon — a drone— I managed to avoid most of the traffic, get some good shots and met some nice people. Among those was a Brazilian photographer, and an attractive bridal couple getting their “formals” taken on the Tuckerman Ravine Trail.
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Highland Lake in Bridgton, Maine. Sunset
I’ve been shopping for superb, fresh, ripe, sustainably farmed produce at Verrill Farm in Concord, MA for over 20 years. Here is a late afternoon view from 200 feet.
