My friend’s family cottage is pretty ancient, i.e. outhouses, just got electricity, you know the deal.
There were some really interesting relics of history that were floating around in there and I had to capture some of them. Here’s to sharing!
I’ll put these in over a few posts. Here’s the first of a few. (Click for higher resolution images).
Lake Winnipesauke. That’s where the pictures in the previous post were taken.
I woke up early on my second day there to watch the sunrise. It looked a little something like this.
I guess I was supposed to have put this up earlier than now, but here goes!
The fstopblues have been in full swing over the last few weeks. I’ve been busy and have missed the camera dearly.
I took (what I consider to be) a well deserved study break and went out to take some shots. I hope you enjoy them.
Close up
These next two were taken after a rain storm. That’s dirt on the flowers!
Hello? Anyone out there?
No? Yeah, that’s what I figured.
In that case, as you may not have noticed, I haven’t been here either. I started studying for grad school entrance exams and the camera has, unfortunately, taken the back burner till then.
Now that I have a few minutes to spare, I figured I’d share my second attempt at taking pictures of fireworks.
Here goes naught!
I love Thanksgiving. It’s one of my favorite holidays because it’s basically a non denominational and non materialistic Christmas. There’s an interesting history to it which, from what I’ve read, isn’t as pleasant as it’s often made out to be. No matter, as this years Thanksgiving was quite pleasant.
When I was a kid, I really wanted a brother. I was eventually blessed with an incredible sister, but in the meantime I grew very close to one of my cousins. He’s the closest I’ve ever had to having a ‘real’ brother, and we’re quite close. We ended up moving out of India when we were both adolescents, and I’ve visited him in Africa twice. He recently started college near where my parents live and that meant that he was joining us for thanksgiving. It was his first Thanksgiving and he was determined to make it count. Awesome!
Long story short, we visited family in Rochester, NY and then headed over to have Thanksgiving at a family friend’s house. Here’s are some pictures that documented the momentous occasion.
Picture descriptions:
1) Heading over to dinner
2 and 3) Salad (YUM!)
4) Getting the baby a bib for his first thanksgiving.
5) Eating. Nom!
6 and 7) No pie, but we had this incredible creme brulee!
8 ) Taken right before I began my journey back to Boston.
And finally the picture of the night! This one speaks for itself.
Alright, so maybe I’m a little late but still…
Last weekend, I visited my alma mater for the first time since graduation. The purpose was to see friends for homecoming, help with the alumni and parents bike ride that I used to run, and finally take some pictures of the beautiful new england fall foliage. We were met with beautiful weather for the bike ride and seeing friends is always incredible.
Here’s a picture from the ride. I took it on my phone so the quality isn’t optimal.
I think the pictures of the fall foliage came out well too. See for yourself and let me know what you think!
Click on the picture to view the images 🙂
Few pictures from the Honk festival here.
HONK!
The light was really interesting as the evening wore on. Ruby, a friend of mine, paints faces and had painted her own earlier in the day. I decided to take advantage of it and ask her if I could try taking a portrait-esque picture of her to highlight her adeptness at face painting. This was the result.
Isn’t she awesome at it?
Edit: I realize that this post did an awful job of even mentioning what the HONK festival is. So here’s some info on it. I didn’t get the chance to stick around for too long, but the marching bands were pretty good from what I heard.
Here’s more info on the festival: http://www.honkfest.org/
For those of you that know me, it should come as no surprise that I like to take pictures at bike races. And not the *BROOM BROOM* bikes, but simpler, more efficient bicycles.
As a racer transitioning back to the life of a ‘normal person’, I still find it hard to separate myself from a life that I once lived (although briefly). I live vicariously through the stories I hear, the races I watch, and the pictures I take. I can’t retell others’ stories of lactic acid filled leg burning as well as they did, and I can’t describe the beauty of the races that I have watched. I can simply share some of the moments that I have witnessed while privy to a world that is open to many, but experienced by few. I hope you enjoy the following images.
The Mayor’s Cup in Boston is one of the final big races in the north east. There is quite a lot of prize money at stake (~14k), and it draws many trying to get themselves and their teams some attention.
It was a cold and windy fall day in Boston, with temperatures in the 50’s and winds gusting hard enough that they pushed you sideways standing up. The wind tunnel created by the passageways between buildings amplified this effect. I was merely a spectator, and this is the story of those who raced.
Link to full album here: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2226815&id=23108135&l=528c23ad81
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