You need the white to differentiate the black from the white, but here, it isn’t that easy to tell:

Boston is an old postcard.  Although here, I made it look like an old postcard:

My first attempt at taking these types of photos came on a ferry between Jutland and Funen in Denmark.  The Danes were building a bridge between the two islands.  I probably have some historic photos of the place because that bridge is finished.  I stood on the ferry and just shot and shot and shot and shot.  Now this is before digital during the reign of film when shot were expensive.  I got a couple of good ones and convinced me that the old rule that you can’t shoot into the sun was kind of bunk.  On that journey I had the luxury of standing on a nice, solid ferry.

This time I didn’t have that luxury.  This time I was on a kayak with a faithful second mate trying to prevent water from getting into the kayak, listening to my second mate’s jokes about my inability to tell left from right and just shooting between all the moments when I didn’t have to paddle.  Oh well.  Not an afternoon wasted, that is for sure.

Let’s see what I got:

An ode you, all of you, my love.  Hallways.  Yes, Hallways:

Even if I get a photo right, I do it again and again and again.  Case in point — I took a perfect photo of a swimming pool in Sweden and I’ve been trying to repeat it ever since.  I’ve come close a couple of times, but let’s take a look at what I have for you while we wait for that day:

I had a t-shirt in high school with a pink cow on it.  This is my tribute to that shirt:

This is the Tarentaise breed of cow.  Of course I can’t be 100% sure but after extensive Googling for 10 minutes, I discovered the cow that this looks closest to is the Tarentaise.  Anyone who reads this blog, feel free to correct me.  Anyway, here is the beast in different reposes, front and side:

I know, it isn’t buildings, New York City nights, but this is what I saw and this is what I posted.