Day: January 24, 2004

Northwest green

Post author By Shelley Powers
Post date January 24, 2004

Wouldn’t want the folks in the Northwest to feel left out. First of several Washington State photos to come over time, this of a tree on the road up Mount Rainier.

I read in another weblog recently a comment made by a young man about how President Bush’s environmental policy isn’t too bad – he just wants to ease up on it a bit, I believe he said.

Walk outside and take a deep breath. Fill your lungs to bursting until you hit those pockets at the bottom you never use. Unless all any of us smell and taste in the back of our throats is rain, sea, green, dust, dirt, rose, orange, nutmeg, or absolutely nothing at all, easing up ‘a bit’ is easing up a bit too much for me.

Photography Places

Old New England times

Post author By Shelley Powers
Post date January 24, 2004

From Vermont we moved to Boston, still one of my favorite cities. I like walking towns, and Boston is built for people on foot. It’s a must, only people with an old car or very good insurance drive in Boston.

Ah, Boston, with its images of old New England, and the Big Dig. The photo above is a reflection of Trinity Church in the John Hancock Tower – worst piece of architecture in the world. The building was designed to ‘blend in’ by appearing invisible via the reflective windows.

But they built the thing on land fill. So the building’s not completely stable, windows didn’t fit, several fell out. Additionally, the construction unsettled the land and damaged Trinity.

But Boston survives Towers and Digs. My favorite place is still the Commons, and it was old when our country was new.

Even in the heart of Boston, always places to go for a quiet moment.

Of course, wouldn’t want New Hampshire to feel left out. The following is Howard Dean’s post-Iowa New Hampshire headquarters.

(Just joshin’ the Dean folks. Figured sound jokes were getting a little old about now.)

Photography

Old images old friends

Post author By Shelley Powers
Post date January 24, 2004

My scanner arrived and works a treat. I have about two weeks of old slides and negatives to scan in, but here’s a start.

Lake Champlain is the Great Lake that almost was, nestled between New York and Vermont, home to the Green Mountain boys. Living on Grand Isle in the middle of the lake was a quiet time, made more so because outsiders were not necessarily welcome by the people born and bred.

Still the beauty of the land more than made up for it, especially in the Fall, when we were surrounded by a riot of color.

Quiet as it was, though, we had our share of the wealthy and the famous. And not all were on two legs – the famous Royal Lippizans summered every year on the island, and the Herrmann family would put on shows for the summer visitors.

These horses start out grey and then turn white when they mature. They’re also indulged and pampered, and more or less take a roll in the dirt when the mood suits.

Pretty, but not as pretty as my little girl.