Some Images of New England, Er, Well, Boston Mostly, Actually . . .

 

No apologies here. New England, Boston, Cambridge is (are?) my home. I was born in Cambridge and baptized in the church my parents were baptized in. As Cantabrigians are wont to say, "I am local."

So I am pleased to present a few images of that part of the country.

 

You might find this Cambridge image odd--especially because it isn't there anymore. It shows the Porter Square station of the Red Line (part of the "T") some years ago. You are looking out (sort of) over the turnstyles and sunlight is entering from the skylights above. There is a hanging artwork that has surfaces that are iridescent and reflect mini-rainbows on sunny days like this. Unfortunately, the "T" saw fit to remove the floating panels and you can no longer be charmed by the rotating bits of rainbows that reflect on the walls.
This is the tower of a Church in Boston's Back Bay. I was built about 1870, had a devasting fire in about 1960 and was redesigned to serve as a church and a theater. My uncle Al worked on wiring this building for electricity. The gas lamp is a conscious touch of tourismic planning. A conscious historicization. Some people even think they are original.
This is one of a set of doors in Beacon Hill Flats (the flat extension of Beacon Hill into the Back Bay) that I have always liked. There are several more in this set of row houses.
This is the edge of the famed (new) John Hancock building in Copley Square in Boston. When it was originally constructed it had more that its share of problems, including four foot by eight foot panes of glass suddenly blowing out. It was solved by replacing all seven thousand panes of Thermopane with solid glass. "A painful decision," noted one local wag.
This schooner was sailing from Gloucester, Mass, a frequent port of my call.
I found this flower box in Maine.

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