Meet Harry. I adopted and brought him home on New Year’s Day.
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@kateonthecoast
Meet Harry. I adopted and brought him home on New Year’s Day.
I’ve called these rotting piles the Old Soldiers forever.
They knew in 1912. 💀
[ http://www.snopes.com/1912-article-global-warming/ ]
1912 called Said we told you 100 years ago you are screwing with the climate with your coal.
the Snopes article is well worth reading. People were discussing this stuff back in 1896.
So it was known and yet…
105 years later, people are still shoving their fingers in their ears and screaming “NO I CAN’T HEAR YOU”
Many relatable posts here!
Going Places — I live in an extraordinarily quiet spot. While I love visiting the city, the noise and the movement can be overwhelming. In those moments I grab shots of feet in motion.
On The Precipice — Played with an image of fierce storm clouds that rolled in over the ocean.
Shot this double exposure in-camera with my Fuji in NYC a while back. Only recently took the time to add texture layers and re-color.
“That is what I am, pursuit of the wind.”
— .🔘 Marguerite Duras, from No More (via graceandcompany)
“The axe forgets; the tree remembers.”
— African proverb (via journalofanobody)
Roxy, my pal for the past 14 years
My mood lately
Dark & Stormy - Grabbed this shot last night when I returned home from a friend’s gallery show. Hope it’s not too difficult to view if you are looking at it on a phone.
Hiking in Fog
One day two summers back my brother asked if I wanted to go on an adventure to Newfoundland. I literally did no research for the trip. I didn’t even know it took 15 hours to drive from my house to the ferry until it happened. Then I sat in a broken sleeper chair on the OVERNIGHT trip while my brother curled up on the floor. When we drove off the ferry, tired and grumpy, it was an EIGHT HOUR drive to our destination, on a highway built over OVER ROCK. We had the best time shooting wildlife and scenery over several days before heading south to Cape St. Mary’s Bird Refuge. When we arrived, the fog was so thick we would have missed the visitor center, but for the sign and path. Inside, the rangers told us to stay on the path and not wander beyond the markers. They GUARANTEED us there would be birds, specifically Northern Gannets. After walking a mile or so in pea soup fog, we began hearing the colony who live on a huge rock off the mainland. Then we smelled them. My brother is a bird photographer so naturally we spent an hour or so watching the birds soar through the fog. The next day the skies were 100% clear and my brother made the trek back to the birds while I photographed the lighthouse we could hear but not see the day before. We took an alternate 15-hour or so ferry for our return to Nova Scotia to avoid the highway drive. Now a seasoned traveler, I booked us a cabin. We still talk about the trip, the scenery and the people. Just last week I reworked Hiking in Fog. Maybe next year we’ll get back. Not bad for two senior photographers and brother and sister, to boot.
Two years ago, my friend @sctheatrical got this voicemail from a girl he has no memory of meeting. It’s rambling, contradictory, and heartbreakingly hilarious. He’s listened to it so many times, he’s memorized it. And, plot twist, he’s had a sudden, epic realization: THIS IS HIS SOULMATE.
Leah, Lydia, whoever you are and wherever you are, he wants to get a sandwich with you. Or eggs. Any kind of food really. The answer is yes.
Lazy Afternoon
My brother is the wildlife photographer in our family so it was a joy to spend two days with him at the Bear River Migratory Bird Refuge in Utah last September. While there I spotted this mother and child camouflaged in the marsh grass.
My working title for this is “Wall of Building.” Boston came alive for me in my twenties when buildings came in all shapes, sizes and heights. When I started my business, my first office was not far from here in an old, worn out factory across the street from a greasy spoon. Decades later the area is peppered with ultra luxury condos, office buildings, fine restaurants and even underground parking. I’m undecided on if this is progress, or not.