No spiel here. For once.
boston photos
I’d like to entitle the following series….
Candy I will never eat. All of this made me wonder what on earth people are thinking these days, when it comes to things they feed their children.
Exhibit A:
Seriously, though this is just sugar, it is still gross, to me. Grosser:
More of the yuck? OK. So, kiddies, this is not coconut:
Those are worms. Up next, cricket licking:
Or, different bug life? There too:
Disgusting. Simply disgusting.
The eternal “why”
In “A Room with a View,” George Emerson, during the vacation goers trip to the Italian countryside, climbs up on a tree and starts screaming “beauty, beauty.”
Anyway, I thought these following images were also examples of what George was calling out for so eloquently.
Here goes:
Flowers are so difficult to photograph. I tried as hard as I could not to make those up there look like what you’d see in a photography exhibit at your local Starbucks. Not that there is anything wrong with it, but I am trying for something a little bit beyond that.
Here’s are two other things that could be cliche city:
I love this kind of iron work, but this can really veer again into the type of picture that comes with the frame you just bought. Same goes for the peeling paint, that I stole from Man Ray anyway. I still have a lot more practice before these photos get anywhere beyond that.
Glorious Gastronomical Gluttony
I’ll be the judge of that.
I am, as my faithful fans know, constantly seeking the perfect burger. Some people love fine wines, others dark chocolate. Me, its the humble hamburger, invented when some angry cook smashed a meatball because it wasn’t cooking fast enough and put it in between two pieces of bread so someone could walk and eat at the same time.
This place, Mr. Bartley’s Burger Cottage had me at hello with the menu:
I nearly ordered the Dick Cheney burger, but someone the thought of that man made me lose my appetite.
And then there is this recent addition:
And, the decor, really really really interesting:
Love how Bill is wearing the dress (sorry for the blurriness):
Self explanatory:
Reagan sells cigarettes:
Onto the food. I’ll start with the good:
This is a frappe, which is New England for milkshake. Super sweet and absolutely delicious. Really really good.
And now for the hamburger:
WOW. I waited about a half an hour for my food. This thing finally arrived and I spent five minutes trying to figure out how I was going to eat this thing. I asked for extra bread and they said no. It was a double burger, two giant patties. Good lord. I finally used a knife and fork. Took out the joy of the burger eating. It was just too much. And then there was the name of this thing — the George W. Bush burger. I had to say I wanted George W. Bush. Why oh why?
The burger itself was charred on the outside. I’d give it a 6/10. However, those orange fries next to it, were made of sweet potato and completely divine. I kept eating and eating them.
I think this place is worth another visit. The Bush burger may not have been the best choice, so expect a follow up to this one.
Glorious Gastronomical Gluttony
I’ll be the judge of that.
I am, as my faithful fans know, constantly seeking the perfect burger. Some people love fine wines, others dark chocolate. Me, its the humble hamburger, invented when some angry cook smashed a meatball because it wasn’t cooking fast enough and put it in between two pieces of bread so someone could walk and eat at the same time.
This place, Mr. Bartley’s Burger Cottage had me at hello with the menu:
I nearly ordered the Dick Cheney burger, but someone the thought of that man made me lose my appetite.
And then there is this recent addition:
And, the decor, really really really interesting:
Love how Bill is wearing the dress (sorry for the blurriness):
Self explanatory:
Reagan sells cigarettes:
Onto the food. I’ll start with the good:
This is a frappe, which is New England for milkshake. Super sweet and absolutely delicious. Really really good.
And now for the hamburger:
WOW. I waited about a half an hour for my food. This thing finally arrived and I spent five minutes trying to figure out how I was going to eat this thing. I asked for extra bread and they said no. It was a double burger, two giant patties. Good lord. I finally used a knife and fork. Took out the joy of the burger eating. It was just too much. And then there was the name of this thing — the George W. Bush burger. I had to say I wanted George W. Bush. Why oh why?
The burger itself was charred on the outside. I’d give it a 6/10. However, those orange fries next to it, were made of sweet potato and completely divine. I kept eating and eating them.
I think this place is worth another visit. The Bush burger may not have been the best choice, so expect a follow up to this one.
Yes…
(and I refuse to believe this guy didn’t plan this), this man is asleep the entry sign to the Harvard T-stop:
Yes, Harvard currently has an endowment of $30 billion. Yes, Harvard is the largest landowner in Cambridge.
I feel smarter already
Where is this lovely house I just posted? Well, there will be picture hints and then a big reveal. First, what other place has entrances with these kinds of sayings on them:
Good lord. That is just rich. If you can’t say what it says, or actually have a life and don’t want to bother with trying to decipher what its says, here it is: Open ye the gates that the righteous nation which keepeth the truth may enter in. Oh ma god.
If that is on the gate to entering this place, it is only fitting that it looks like this on the inside:
Give up? OK, we’re here:
Yup, I’ve gone back to school. My acceptance letter finally arrived, 13 years later. Better late than never. NOT! I once saw a guy entering the campus, probably through the gate featured above, wearing a Santa hat and a Speedo. He was relieving himself and dropping $5 bills. Did I mention it was December at the time?
Anyway, here’s another shot:
Look at this poor kid with the coffee in the front of the photo. And these people:
These are the kids who were just just accepted to this place. They all looked like they needed a long vacation and a few hugs. Ah, children, its all just starting for you. Just starting.
All the pretty houses
The blue photo is the original. Usually when I leave the tungsten setting on I like the picture initially, but not at all later on. This time I really liked it, but me I had to tinker all the time and hence we have 4 photos. I like the number 3 the best and the b&w was meant to invoke an American Gothic kind of feel.
But where are we….
The Olympics of the photo manipulation
I used to not alter my photos because, well, they were always perfect. Yeah. Right. I had neither a computer, a digital camera or the patience to do all of that. But now that I have some time on my hands and a little more patience, I’ve decided to post several versions of the same photo for me to see which one I like best and of course, which one my HUGE reading public likes. By HUGE I mean all three of you.
This is a picture I took on the T, public transportation in Boston. I know, right? Natalia on public transportation, but stranger things have happened.
Anyway, here goes:
I think its a nice photo, but its missing that extra special something. Ok, here it is cropped:
Cropped more and in sepia, an old favorite of mine:
Cropped even more, black and white:
Cropped even more, in sepia:
To all you haters out there, I can take pictures, see?
A big lock
This is in a T station in Boston. I think its Harvard Square, or sorry “Havad Square.” Again, I was being shooed away from taking this photo, but I just saw the lock and I had to take a photo.
wrong side of the camera 