I find graffiti to be hilarious. You can make the case that it is a blight on society, and you can also make the case that when it’s done well it’s a remarkably pure art form (after all, it’s done for the simple reason of existing. Most graffiti artists are never paid for their work, and in fact never expect or hope to be). You can make the case that it livens up old buildings or blank walls, or you can make the case that it can make an otherwise respectable area look like a ghetto. After all, cities spend huge amounts of money cleaning it up. And yeah, a lot of graffiti is just asshole teenagers putting their names on things. Well, fine, that sort of thing happens. But not everyone does that.
There is some really funny, really well done stuff out there. The pictures you see below were taken at the Park St train station in Boston, and everything written there was written on some temporary walls surrounding a construction project. There are more pictures on the Flickr album, naturally. That album will be growing, by the way – I’ve decided to make graffiti an ongoing picture collection, because why the hell not? It’s not like I’ll run out of stuff to photograph, after all!
Without further ado, have some ridiculous pictures. Enjoy! Continue reading
A new photography habit of mine began the day I went on my Arnold Arboretum walk back in July. While I was there, I began taking all these really close-up pictures of trees and plants, and over the course of the rest of the day (and the course of my trip to the Chihuly exhibit later that week at the MFA) I continued getting very close up with the objects I was surrounded by.
I think what fascinates me is the way we don’t pay attention to them. That is a running theme in a lot of my pictures, and certainly part of my photography philosophy: we go by so much every single day, we pass so many stimuli, but it’s only when we stop to look closely that we really begin to discover the world for what it is. So I present to you (without further pretention), a selection of pictures from right up against objects we take for granted. Click through for the rest of the selection, and click here for the full set.
On my last vacation (back in July), I spent a few hours one day over at the Museum of Fine Arts, probably one of my favorite spots in Boston. For the last few months (and right up until Monday), they had Chihuly on exhibit. For those who don’t know, Chihuly does all sorts of hand-blown glass sculptures, the vast majority of which are rather mind blowing to contemplate the creation of (especially the larger, more cephalopod sculptures). Naturally, I could not pass up the opportunity of some flash-free photography, and I took somewhere in the vicinity of 200 pictures in about an hour and a half. I regret nothing.
Grace also showed up that day and took pictures, though independent of me. It was interesting to see the vast difference between our approaches to the exhibit, and one theory that was floating between us was that it was the difference of the equipment we had on hand – a Canon Powershot vs a Nikon D3000 – that led to us thinking completely differently about the pictures we were taking. I plan to dive down that particular thought path in a further post (because I frankly find that idea fascinating), but for now be content with the fact that I had the Nikon on hand for this exhibit. Below the jump are some choice pictures, and as always, you can feel free to head on over to my Flickr for more. Enjoy! Continue reading
I recently realized that I have been living in Boston for close to 5 years and I had never made it out to Arnold Arboretum in Jamaica Plain. So when I was on vacation a few weeks ago, I decided to fix that. It turned out there was a bus that brought me straight there from near my apartment (score one for the MBTA), so I got to spend a few hours before going out to dinner.
Arnold Arboretum is huge. I had no idea just how big it was until I was in it, and spend my entire time there on a single trail that went nowhere compared to other trails (it wasn’t even on a map – it was more of a footpath than a trail). This, of course, means I will have to go back in the future (and increase the amount of pictures I took). Continue reading
Welcome back for Part 2 of the two part Freedom Explosions posts! If you missed Part 1, go read it now. I can wait.
Oh good, you’re back. Welcome. So now that you’re up to date: on July 4th, I traveled back up to Boston to catch the fireworks up here. Boston throws a good fireworks show, and I still had all that space on my Nikon’s SD card. A perfect combination, no? I originally had plans to try to essentially re-create last year’s viewing, but fate would decide differently this time. As the first rockets glared red, I found myself standing on a roof, neighborhoods away, watching everything. And I loved it. Continue reading
On July 3rd, 2011, I traveled down to Rhode Island, in search of grilled meats and fireworks. I found both in abundance. Though I will not bore you with the details of the hamburgers I ate, I do intend to expound a bit on the fireworks.
Every year (and, from what I understand, multiple times each year) Pawtucket plays host to fireworks over McCoy Stadium, home of the Pawtucket Red Sox (or “Pawsox,” minor league team of the Boston Red Sox). They were the fireworks I grew up with, and they’ll always hold a special place in my heart for that. Which is why I was so perfectly happy to head down with my camera and equipment to get pictures. Continue reading
I enjoy taking pictures in cemeteries. This is not a morbid thing, or a fascination with death (or Death for that matter), or any sort of gothic thing. They’re quiet places, restful (no pun intended) places. They’re good places to go to relax a little, and just contemplate things. It’s amazing how much more peaceful it can be in a cemetery twenty yards away from the main thoroughfare. Therefore, they have become something I plan to continually photograph, to capture each cemetery in its own glory. My favorite, obviously, would be the old ones, the one with headstones dating back into the 1700s. This is why I know for a fact New England is a great place to start. Continue reading
One year ago, I had gone to a Zombie Walk. It was a lot of fun, I got a shit load of pictures, all that sort of stuff. If you want to read about last year’s experience, go ahead, I’ll wait. The rest of you, play Angry Birds for a couple minutes.
Alright, back? Everyone, put down your phones and electronic devices. Unless you’re reading this on one of them. Then, uh…carry on. Right.
Anywho, the breakdown is thus: Continue reading
A few weeks ago, I ended up following a group of people to Earthfest, which can basically be summed up in two words: Hippies and organic food. Okay, fine, three words (“and” does not count here). In this case, that is not a bad thing at all.
From what I could tell, the whole event is sponsored primarily by Whole Foods, which you probably know as that more expensive version of Trader Joe’s. Radio 92.9 was, I believe, the other half of the main sponsors of the event. I base this entirely on the fact that you could have split Earthfest into two halves: The Whole Food half with all of the stands and free swag (so much swag – more on that momentarily) and the 92.9 side, with the concert (more on that, too). Let’s start with the booths. Continue reading
Spring is finally hitting Boston, and I’ve begun taking pictures of flowers again (which I’ve always enjoyed doing), some of which I’ve posted below.
If you want to see the other flower pictures I’ve taken from Spring and Summers passed, just head on over to the set on Flickr. Enjoy, and don’t forget to stop and smell the flowers!