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The Portiuncula Chapel, on the grounds of Cardinal Cushing Centers, Hanover, Massachusetts, is the final resting place of Richard Cardinal Cushing. It was his desire to be laid to rest close to his beloved exceptional children.
The word Portiuncula means "little portion" in Italian. When constructed on the Hanover campus in 1953, Cardinal Cushing made a point of making sure that every stone, every fresco, and every part of the Chapel came from Assisi where the original chapel was built by St. Francis over 700 years ago.
It was Richard Cardinal Cushing who initiated construction of the Portiuncula chapel on the scenic Hanover Campus. He looked for a stone mason trained in the Italian marble tradition and authentic material, and found a remarkable craftsman named Frank Tarzia in Hingham, whose search for building stone ended in the quarries of Assisi, Italy. Every stone had to match its counterpart in the original chapel. When the precious cargo arrived in Boston Harbor, the Cardinal was there to bless it.
"His Eminence visited two or three times a week to check on my progress," Frank Tarzia recalls. Tarzia often worked late at night when, undisturbed, he could concentrate on each detail. The sisters frequently climbed the hill to encourage him after the children were in bed. They brought flowers to the place where the altar would be. Sisters and children came to watch and cheer Mr. Tarzia on when a crane lifted the statue of St. Francis to its place on the roof. "I built it so firm and strong it will never come down until the end of the world," Frank Tarzia said with justifiable pride.
For many years Tarzia was the only person privy to the fact that the Cardinal had selected the Chapel as his burial place. It was a deeply personal decision, one that merited secrecy. When the vault was finished, Tarzia asked him if he wanted any embellishments on the simple grave. "This is good enough," the cardinal replied, "and I want to be placed so that I am forever looking towards the children."
This was the camera that I learned photography on. All manual. You set the exposure by spinning dials and watching the light meter, the way god intended. None of this "sports mode" or "flowers mode" or "landscapes mode" crap.
These cameras belonged to my parents before I was born, when my dad was stationed in the army in Germany. There, they bought the Nikkormat (all manual) and the slightly newer Nikomat (auto-shutter, manual aperture). By the time I was given the cameras to learn on in the late 90s, they were around 35 years old.
These cameras belonged to my parents before I was born, when my dad was stationed in the army in Germany. There, they bought the Nikkormat (all manual) and the slightly newer Nikomat (auto-shutter, manual aperture). By the time I was given the cameras to learn on in the late 90s, they were around 35 years old.
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Really, this is all the controls any camera ever needs. Right? Right.
If you want to make some or all of this automatic, fine, but at least make the fundamental controls -- shutter release, aperture (f/stop), exposure time (in 1/n second notation), and ISO sensitivity -- super prominent and easy to manipulate.
The D50 doesn't really get this right, but then most of the cameras I've played with don't either. It's not too bad to hold for one of these settings -- set the dial to "M" (full-manual), "A" (lock aperture), "S" (lock shutter speed), or "P" (err, I've never fully grasped this one, seems to let you manipulate the focus locking I think), then spin a dial to select the aperture or shutter you want.
But I find the D50's full manual mode too fiddly to bother with, so I never use it. And the canned program modes -- "portrait", "landscape", "kids", "sports", "plants/macro" -- seem too gimmicky. If you know what adjusting the fundamental controls will do, and really it's not that complicated, then it's easy enough to do it manually, provided that the controls are easy to manipulate.
I guess that's what I miss: the tactile feedback of these controls. Rather than having to look at an LED panel on top while spinning a thumbwheel, you can keep your eye through the viewfinder while adjusting rings right on the lens barrel to access the controls. On this one, the only viewfinder feedback you'd get would be a simple "over/under exposed" level on the side, along with a focus ring in the middle; with the Nikkormat it would display the aperture (and I think exposure time) as well, which is even better.
Short version: mechanical rings good, software controls & too many options bad.
All that said, I can't see ever shooting film again, so as nice as these were, I think they have a permanent place gathering dust in the closet now. Poor things.
These cameras belonged to my parents before I was born, when my dad was stationed in the army in Germany. There, they bought the Nikkormat (all manual) and the slightly newer Nikomat (auto-shutter, manual aperture). By the time I was given the cameras to learn on in the late 90s, they were around 35 years old.
Item Number:633-2-PT2
Document Title:J. WILLIAMS BEAL, ESQ., HANOVER, MA; PLANTING PLAN; SCALE 20'=1"
Project:00633; Beal, J. Williams; Hanover; MA; 07 Private Estate & Homesteads;
Location:Olmsted National Historic Site, Brookline, MA
Category:PLAN
Purpose:UNDETERMINED
Physical Characteristics:FAIR H 22 1/4, W 29 3/4" ink draft cloth
Dates:04APR1893
Notes:INDICATES HOUSE
Please Credit: Courtesy of the National Park Service, Frederick Law Olmsted National Historic Site
Yes, a time lapse video of clouds is a cliche, but this was more a proof of concept than anything else.
I couldn't figure out how to get iMovie '08 to do this, but it turned out to be easy in iMovie '06.
It was recorded on my parents' back porch while some yard work was going on. With trees & rooflines, this was about the only angle I could come up with to get a tripod view of the sky for a while, hence the umbrella at the lower right, and the edge of the roof at the left.
The original video was ~40 minutes long, which two rounds of acceleration got down to 1:40, which I was then able to clip to 1:30 for Flickr limits.
I like the way the audio turned from ordinary conversation, TV noise from inside the house, etc, into a kind of mechanical clatter.
(I'd love to know what I did that made Flickr think this should be letterboxed, but then not really, so it has the vertical bars at the sides. Oops.)
My old high school, almost 15 years since I graduated. Man time flies, or as Dr Hensley taught us, tempus fugit.
"Open the pod bay doors, Hal."
These cameras belonged to my parents before I was born, when my dad was stationed in the army in Germany. There, they bought the Nikkormat (all manual) and the slightly newer Nikomat (auto-shutter, manual aperture). By the time I was given the cameras to learn on in the late 90s, they were around 35 years old.
These cameras belonged to my parents before I was born, when my dad was stationed in the army in Germany. There, they bought the Nikkormat (all manual) and the slightly newer Nikomat (auto-shutter, manual aperture). By the time I was given the cameras to learn on in the late 90s, they were around 35 years old.
These cameras belonged to my parents before I was born, when my dad was stationed in the army in Germany. There, they bought the Nikkormat (all manual) and the slightly newer Nikomat (auto-shutter, manual aperture). By the time I was given the cameras to learn on in the late 90s, they were around 35 years old.
These cameras belonged to my parents before I was born, when my dad was stationed in the army in Germany. There, they bought the Nikkormat (all manual) and the slightly newer Nikomat (auto-shutter, manual aperture). By the time I was given the cameras to learn on in the late 90s, they were around 35 years old.
It's funny, I grew up in this neighborhood, and had spent lots of time wandering around the woods behind our house, but I'd never noticed before this weekend that there was a faint trail going off in a direction I'd never walked before.
With Isaac sitting on my shoulders, we walked down the path to see where it goes. In every other direction I've been, it's all thick woods, swampy in places, but mostly just ordinary woods. So imagine my surprise to find this huge open field out there, largely undisturbed, boxed in by a fairly big neighborhood on one side, a high speed highway on another, and a major commercial roadway strip on the third side. (Zoom on on the map view to see what I'm talking about here.)
And we saw an eagle, too! It flew away before I could grab the camera, but it was still fun to see.
As a city boy, Isaac never gets a chance to wander around in the woods and see things like this, while I grew up taking it for granted.
I think I need to spend more time getting lost with him in the woods :-)
It's funny, I grew up in this neighborhood, and had spent lots of time wandering around the woods behind our house, but I'd never noticed before this weekend that there was a faint trail going off in a direction I'd never walked before.
With Isaac sitting on my shoulders, we walked down the path to see where it goes. In every other direction I've been, it's all thick woods, swampy in places, but mostly just ordinary woods. So imagine my surprise to find this huge open field out there, largely undisturbed, boxed in by a fairly big neighborhood on one side, a high speed highway on another, and a major commercial roadway strip on the third side. (Zoom on on the map view to see what I'm talking about here.)
And we saw an eagle, too! It flew away before I could grab the camera, but it was still fun to see.
As a city boy, Isaac never gets a chance to wander around in the woods and see things like this, while I grew up taking it for granted.
I think I need to spend more time getting lost with him in the woods :-)
It's funny, I grew up in this neighborhood, and had spent lots of time wandering around the woods behind our house, but I'd never noticed before this weekend that there was a faint trail going off in a direction I'd never walked before.
With Isaac sitting on my shoulders, we walked down the path to see where it goes. In every other direction I've been, it's all thick woods, swampy in places, but mostly just ordinary woods. So imagine my surprise to find this huge open field out there, largely undisturbed, boxed in by a fairly big neighborhood on one side, a high speed highway on another, and a major commercial roadway strip on the third side. (Zoom on on the map view to see what I'm talking about here.)
And we saw an eagle, too! It flew away before I could grab the camera, but it was still fun to see.
As a city boy, Isaac never gets a chance to wander around in the woods and see things like this, while I grew up taking it for granted.
I think I need to spend more time getting lost with him in the woods :-)
It's funny, I grew up in this neighborhood, and had spent lots of time wandering around the woods behind our house, but I'd never noticed before this weekend that there was a faint trail going off in a direction I'd never walked before.
With Isaac sitting on my shoulders, we walked down the path to see where it goes. In every other direction I've been, it's all thick woods, swampy in places, but mostly just ordinary woods. So imagine my surprise to find this huge open field out there, largely undisturbed, boxed in by a fairly big neighborhood on one side, a high speed highway on another, and a major commercial roadway strip on the third side. (Zoom on on the map view to see what I'm talking about here.)
And we saw an eagle, too! It flew away before I could grab the camera, but it was still fun to see.
As a city boy, Isaac never gets a chance to wander around in the woods and see things like this, while I grew up taking it for granted.
I think I need to spend more time getting lost with him in the woods :-)
It's funny, I grew up in this neighborhood, and had spent lots of time wandering around the woods behind our house, but I'd never noticed before this weekend that there was a faint trail going off in a direction I'd never walked before.
With Isaac sitting on my shoulders, we walked down the path to see where it goes. In every other direction I've been, it's all thick woods, swampy in places, but mostly just ordinary woods. So imagine my surprise to find this huge open field out there, largely undisturbed, boxed in by a fairly big neighborhood on one side, a high speed highway on another, and a major commercial roadway strip on the third side. (Zoom on on the map view to see what I'm talking about here.)
And we saw an eagle, too! It flew away before I could grab the camera, but it was still fun to see.
As a city boy, Isaac never gets a chance to wander around in the woods and see things like this, while I grew up taking it for granted.
I think I need to spend more time getting lost with him in the woods :-)
This has been there since at least the 80s, and looks as much.
I'm kind of surprised it hasn't been stolen by now.
It's funny, I grew up in this neighborhood, and had spent lots of time wandering around the woods behind our house, but I'd never noticed before this weekend that there was a faint trail going off in a direction I'd never walked before.
With Isaac sitting on my shoulders, we walked down the path to see where it goes. In every other direction I've been, it's all thick woods, swampy in places, but mostly just ordinary woods. So imagine my surprise to find this huge open field out there, largely undisturbed, boxed in by a fairly big neighborhood on one side, a high speed highway on another, and a major commercial roadway strip on the third side. (Zoom on on the map view to see what I'm talking about here.)
And we saw an eagle, too! It flew away before I could grab the camera, but it was still fun to see.
As a city boy, Isaac never gets a chance to wander around in the woods and see things like this, while I grew up taking it for granted.
I think I need to spend more time getting lost with him in the woods :-)
Seemed like a good entry for the There, I Fixed It blog.
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And huzzah, they've picked it up! :-)
It's funny, I grew up in this neighborhood, and had spent lots of time wandering around the woods behind our house, but I'd never noticed before this weekend that there was a faint trail going off in a direction I'd never walked before.
With Isaac sitting on my shoulders, we walked down the path to see where it goes. In every other direction I've been, it's all thick woods, swampy in places, but mostly just ordinary woods. So imagine my surprise to find this huge open field out there, largely undisturbed, boxed in by a fairly big neighborhood on one side, a high speed highway on another, and a major commercial roadway strip on the third side. (Zoom on on the map view to see what I'm talking about here.)
And we saw an eagle, too! It flew away before I could grab the camera, but it was still fun to see.
As a city boy, Isaac never gets a chance to wander around in the woods and see things like this, while I grew up taking it for granted.
I think I need to spend more time getting lost with him in the woods :-)
Hanover High School class of 1994, 15th anniversary reunion.
Renae Brown, Mel Curley (Barret), Paula Kmito, Christin Barrasso (Cignarella), Mike Cignarella.
Kids that were participating in the Run 4 Scituate Race decorated sneakers to represent which school they went to.
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It's funny, I grew up in this neighborhood, and had spent lots of time wandering around the woods behind our house, but I'd never noticed before this weekend that there was a faint trail going off in a direction I'd never walked before.
With Isaac sitting on my shoulders, we walked down the path to see where it goes. In every other direction I've been, it's all thick woods, swampy in places, but mostly just ordinary woods. So imagine my surprise to find this huge open field out there, largely undisturbed, boxed in by a fairly big neighborhood on one side, a high speed highway on another, and a major commercial roadway strip on the third side. (Zoom on on the map view to see what I'm talking about here.)
And we saw an eagle, too! It flew away before I could grab the camera, but it was still fun to see.
As a city boy, Isaac never gets a chance to wander around in the woods and see things like this, while I grew up taking it for granted.
I think I need to spend more time getting lost with him in the woods :-)
It's funny, I grew up in this neighborhood, and had spent lots of time wandering around the woods behind our house, but I'd never noticed before this weekend that there was a faint trail going off in a direction I'd never walked before.
With Isaac sitting on my shoulders, we walked down the path to see where it goes. In every other direction I've been, it's all thick woods, swampy in places, but mostly just ordinary woods. So imagine my surprise to find this huge open field out there, largely undisturbed, boxed in by a fairly big neighborhood on one side, a high speed highway on another, and a major commercial roadway strip on the third side. (Zoom on on the map view to see what I'm talking about here.)
And we saw an eagle, too! It flew away before I could grab the camera, but it was still fun to see.
As a city boy, Isaac never gets a chance to wander around in the woods and see things like this, while I grew up taking it for granted.
I think I need to spend more time getting lost with him in the woods :-)
Hanover High School class of 1994, 15th anniversary reunion.
Brendan Clarke ('s arm), Keri McVinney, Traci Evans, Deana Gertsen, Ken Boddie.
This thing has always cracked me up.
It was originally purchased back in the 90s as a "boxing nun", where this head was on a little puppet with boxing gloves that you could swat with your thumbs, along with a nun's habit.
This really never made any sense, but the resemblance to Margaret Thatcher seems so strong to me that I've always assumed that it was originally manufactured as an actual anti-Maggie gag back in the 80s, and when she went out of office and people would no longer get jokes about her, they replaced her political clothes with religious ones and rebranded it accordingly.
At some point the body must have broken, because the only part left is the disembodied head, which now sits on the counter in my parent's kitchen, overlooking the dining room table, and anyone there that might get uppity, politically, ecumenically, or otherwise, is opening themselves up to Maggie's angry rubber wrath.
This is the lower left portion of the chapel mosaic. Isn't that gorgeous? The inside of the chapel was lovely too, but I didn't enter... I didn't want to be disrespectful.
Hanover High School class of 1994, 15th anniversary reunion.
Brendan Clarke, Keri McVinney, Traci Evans, Ken Boddie.
Written in Magic Marker on the duct tape the holds the giant plastic sunflower to this majestic pine tree next to the river falls:
IN LOVING MEMORY OF LARRY STEVENS, 1948-2007, HE LOVED THIS PARK, MY HERO FOREVER
I only hope that when I am gone, someone will care enough to memorialize me in markers, tape, and cheap tacky plastic topiary the same way.
Or, you know, some other way, that's cool too.
Anyway, bye Larry, whoever you were. May your plastic flower never wilt, not be picked up as litter by the town sanitation department.