Really, honestly, that is the most honest blog entry title I have ever had.  The thing I am about to post below, I really don’t know what it is.  Is it a church?  Is it a portable church?  Is it some kind of place to pray?  I have no idea.  If anyone who goes on here knows what this is, let me know:

Who doesn’t love a giant pile of rocks?:

 

 

 

 

Usually I make jokes up here about how I risk life and limb for this blog, going to mountains and enduring strange conditions underwater and out of the water.

But truly this time, I got injured during the course of taking the photos.  No, no need to worry about me.  It was all very minor.

Here’s the story.  It is summer in Massachusetts, that time of the year when the mercury goes up and it is time to go outside.  Again and again.  So every summer weekend, I go somewhere with water, trees, rocks or all of the above.  This past weekend I visited a place called Halibut Point near Rockport, here in Massachusetts.  It is truly lovely:

 

 

 

Well, it looks lovely.  But getting these photos was pretty hard.  These rocks were crazy slippery and me being me, I slipped on them.  The first time I got a giant scraped knee and a really nicely colored bruise on my knee.  The second time I got a nice scratch on my arm and my hand.  Oh well.  The knee will heal, the hand too.  But Halibut point is a really lovely place and I really do want to go back there again.  Perhaps next time I will wear my ski helmet though.  More pictures:

 

I hate the gym.  I walk.  And I like views when I walk:

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am what you call a history buff.  I love history.

Ever walk through a place and just have the feeling that you can imagine what people did there?  What their lives were actually like when you went there?  I went to Fort Warren on George’s Island and I walked through the parts of the fort.  There were different parts.  Mess halls, jail cells, bakeries.  But it could all be unified with one thing.  The feeling when you walked through that you were in a place where something related to our history had happened, in this case, the Civil War:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Call to me.  I must photograph them:

Not really, but doesn’t that kind of look like that:

 

 

 

 

 

When I first moved to Boston, I thought one thing — Harvard.  This is the place that will absolutely dominate this place.  In Washington, the Capitol building and what goes on inside it rules Washington.  I understand that it is government, but some would argue that Harvard provides a lot of those people in Washington with an education.

Well, to my surprise, Harvard does play a role around here, but not as big as I had thought.  People talk about it and I see people around here with Harvard folders or Harvard House shirts, but hanging out in Harvard Square in just fun regardless of the school that happens to be right nearby.  I love going over there just to look at the people hanging around.  And Harvard is just a place.

Yesterday I visited Harvard as part of a work commitment.  It was pouring rain at the time but I somehow took it in stride.  Sure, I didn’t love having rain falling on my head, but there are worse things.  The Harvard tour I took was pretty nice, despite the rain and I joked with my fellow tour goers that we all got into Harvard that day.

So the photos are dark and brooding to go with the foreboding weather: