ROADS AND WIRES – CEE’S WHICH WAY CHALLENGE

Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge – January 19, 2018


Going back and processing pictures that have long waited for me.  Brookline in December, Cooperstown in summer.

Brookline in traffic
Red lights
Road and wires
Road to the lake

BRIGHT HORIZONS

HORIZON – THE SKY ABOVE THE LINE OF THE EARTH


My favorite horizon is sunrise, but sunset is pretty good too. Anywhere where the sky meets the earth is a horizon. Clear away the buildings and the trees, and there it is.

CROWDED – BASS AND STRINGS AT THE BOSTON POPS

A Photo a Week Challenge: 12’s a Crowd


Nothing is more crowded — or more difficult to shoot when you are a member of the audience — than an orchestra, not to mention the choir. I’ve been relatively lucky, but I also took so many pictures, at least some of them were sure to come out reasonably well!

Bass and strings and the conductor and chorus at the Boston Pops as Christmas approached

BLACK & WHITE DOGS, SNOW, AND A HAZY MOON

Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Open Topic


I haven’t been getting out lately, but fortunately, there always stuff going on inside. Dogs. Snow. Toys. I suppose these could just as easily be considered oddballs!

A hazy super-moon
Snow of the week through the window
Gibbs of the Long Nose
Sleepy Duke is growing up. Nice pair of jowls he’s got these days!

WEATHER WHINES

Welcome to New England where our most popular regional sport is politics. Football, baseball, basketball and hockey cannot compete with the joys of arguing politics. That this year is politically the worst experience since we drove out the British only means that all our other complaints will have to wait in line until the political rage has been satisfied, at least temporarily.

When politics and sports are finished, we move on to the single sport in which everyone, of any age, can actively compete.

Weather. Or more accurately, complaining about the weather.

Lake Otsego

From bitterly cold to stiflingly hot, we’ve got the weather to cover it.

Winter is too long, too snowy, too icy, and much too cold. I couldn’t agree more. Everyone is cranky and whiny from the first flakes through final melting. Of course, mud season, the inevitable followup to the heavy snow, is no one’s favorite, discounting the dogs who revel in it.

Photo: Garry Armstrong

Spring? What spring? Where are the flowers? Why can’t we get a decent spring season? Is this the punishment of a malign deity?

Until the lilies bloom, New Englanders are cranky.

Pink petunias

Some time during May, summer drops by, usually in mid-afternoon. The morning is comfortable until the temperature goes way up and the humidity moves in. The leaves on the trees droop and it is definitely summer. Always too hot. Muggy. Humid.

Or, maybe it’s not hot enough.


“Hey, how come it’s June and we still need heat?”  

In summertime, those triple H days — hot, hazy, and humid — give us a collective headache. Everyone complains. Relentlessly.

Autumn is New England’s winning season. It is everyone’s favorite time of year — except it’s much too short. There are oceans of dead leaves to shovel. We rate our autumn by the brightness of leaf and you can stand on line in the grocery and hear people commenting that “this one isn’t as good as the year before last. Does anyone remembers 2012? Wasn’t that a doozy?”

We live in the “Snow and Long Commutes” region. Especially the snow. And Worcester.

On a bad year, heavy rains from a tropical storm can push all the way up the coast. Those drenching rains ruin the fall foliage. Which makes everyone cranky.

And whiny.

We recover if the Sox are in the playoffs, but become downright grim if they aren’t.

Speaking of whiny, I know people on Facebook who, in the middle of a summer-long drought during which we haven’t gotten a drop of rain, will rant furiously on the day the drought breaks. I bet they’d be even more whiny if their well went dry . That would be a serious rant!

New England. What’s not to love?

MESSAGES – THURSDAY’S SPECIAL

THURSDAY’S SPECIAL: MESSAGES


All my favorite “messages.” Signs on lawns. Signs carved in wood. Painted on walls. Printed and spray painted.

THE SILENCE OF EARLY MORNING

SILENCE – WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge

Up in the mountains of Vermont, it is quiet in the morning. Not silent, usually. There are always birds and somewhere in the distance, the sound of farm machinery. But it is about as silent as our world gets in these times.

Sunrise

It’s another bright early morning.

A place from which to watch the world.