Saturdays If You Like

Yeah, that’s a lame title, but I couldn’t think of a better one. Well anyway, let me explain it.  When I was a kid, up until now, one of my favorite movies has been The Gods Must Be Crazy, about a Bushman forced out of the Kalahari to dispose of an evil Coke bottle that has been dropped into his village by an absent…

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. “Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning…

Albertslund

Welcome to Wrongsideofthecamera, worldwide media juggernaut, those of you who have landed here because of a search of the word “Albertslund.”  I hope you enjoy the prose and the pictures. Well, there will be some prose on what Albertslund is, where it is, what part it plays in the life of this blog writing person and how it is connected to a lot of…

We All Get Dressed For Bill

I don’t usually go around agreeing with Anna Wintour, but for the title of this article, I agree with her.  A year ago today came the sad news that New York Times style photographer and Wrongsideofthecamera patron saint Bill Cunningham had passed away. As I wrote about on this blog several times, I met Mr. Cunningham a few times over the years.  Once he…

The Gentle Rhythm Of Life

This week Boston was overtaken by Sail Boston mania.  Let me explain.  Every couple of years, the navies of the world send their most beautiful tall ships to Boston.  The ships are open for viewing and visiting.  They are usually filled with charming young men hawking all sorts of great things like wine. The year I got to go on three of the ships…

Beasts of the C Line

I’ve been taking advantage more of the C line lately.  Brookline is so nearby and so lovely and its a shame I never visited it before, even though I’ve lived over here forever. So on Saturday, I rode the C line to North Station in the hopes that I could catch a commuter rail train to Salem.  Those hopes were of course shattered but…

The Riot Is Back!!!!!!!

Hold on to your hats, my blog reading public.  This is going to be a long post where I will reveal many things about myself.  Be patient.  If you aren’t patient, you can scroll down and just see the photos without reading all of this stuff. Recently, the blog celebrated its tenth birthday.  We’re nearly in the teen years!!!!!!  I always thought I shouldn’t…

Flower Time

You only turn 15+5+5+10+5 once in your life so of course you have to go to see some beautiful flowers that weekend to celebrate:  

Adulting

Ah, adulthood.  The art of doing your taxes while trying to put a fitted sheet on a bed.  If you are over 25 and reading this, you know what I mean.  If you are under 25 and reading this, you will know what I mean soon enough. I’m an only child so I grew up around adults and as a kids, you do as…

The Most Poignant of Days

I like to joke I decided to live in Boston after a guy wearing a red cup ran by me after the Boston Marathon in 2009 and I decided to stay here permanently.  Its not exactly true, but the marathon is a big reason for why I live here. The marathon to me is like ski season.  Every year is my favorite year.  I…