Above The Great Marsh
Today’s self assignment:
The Great Marsh is a long, continuous saltmarsh in eastern New England extending from Cape Ann in northeastern Massachusetts to the southeastern coast of New Hampshire. It includes roughly 20,000-30,000 acres of saltwater marsh, mudflats, islands, sandy beaches, dunes, rivers, and other water bodies.
Rock Meadow Conservation Land
You can support the preservation of open space in the Boston area by contacting these organizations: Mass Audubon, The Trustees, Essex County Greenbelt
Rockaway Beach
Tugboat Tour
In the early 1980’s I was a freelance shooter or “stringer” first for UPI and later for the Associated Press. Lacking hard-core experience as a photojournalist I had. to come up with most stories on my own. On occasion I would get paged to shoot a fire, a politician, or a grieving mother, but most of my shots they put out on the wire I researched and shot.
After repeated attempts to talk a fishing boat skipper into taking me out for half a day, I got the go-ahead from the captain of a tug in Boston harbor. In the 8 hours we spent motoring around the harbor the tug got only one call to assist a freighter enter the harbor. It was quite a show, with several tugs coordinating and communicating with coded “toots” from their whistles.
This deckhand maneuvered the massive “hawser” with great skill and strength. I believe this is the shot that ran as a “feature.”
Overnight Road Crew
Joe Pye Weed
Back to the farm.
If you follow my work on this and other web sites you know I have a strong connection to the Appleton Farms & Grass Rides property in Ipswich and Hamilton, MA. Managed by The Trustees of Reservations it is said to be the oldest continuously used farm in America — established 1638. Closed to the public for a few months due to Clovid-19, Molly and I were happy to return to the re-opened farm. Photos made with new iPhone SE, processed in Adobe Lightroom.
Painted trillium
Boston Seaport At Night
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.
