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a walk through the park at the last days of this year, no snow and frost, but amazing colors everywhere.
Toronto at night this Winter ! Thanks for your visits and generous comments ! Have a Nice Day
and a wonderful weekend ! Friends !
Taken in the winter of 1978-79 on a very cold night at my mother's house in West Bath.
Note on back of print: f/11 at 8 sec. I printed this during class in Boston around the same time. With my first Canon Ftb (received in 1971 and stolen in 1979). Brown stain on print due to tape residue.
The house is still there, now completely renovated and expanded. This was originally a salt water farm with frontage on both the New Meadows and Back Cove, running across Foster Point from water to water. The barn was lost to decay in the late 70's; a shed (visible to the left of the silhouette of the tree) remained until my mother sold it a few years later.
The tree shown in silhouette was one of several apple trees on the farm, typical of a general family farm in Maine.
Footnote: a beautiful property two doors down the road is now preserved forever by Maine Audubon, thanks to the very generous bequest of Millicent Hamilton. I have 2013 photos on Flickr - see the Maine set. :)
Winter Night by Boris Pasternak
It snowed and snowed ,the whole world over,
Snow swept the world from end to end.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.
As during summer midges swarm
To beat their wings against a flame
Out in the yard the snowflakes swarmed
To beat against the window pane
The blizzard sculptured on the glass
Designs of arrows and of whorls.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.
Distorted shadows fell
Upon the lighted ceiling:
Shadows of crossed arms,of crossed legs-
Of crossed destiny.
Two tiny shoes fell to the floor
And thudded.
A candle on a nightstand shed wax tears
Upon a dress.
All things vanished within
The snowy murk-white,hoary.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.
A corner draft fluttered the flame
And the white fever of temptation
Upswept its angel wings that cast
A cruciform shadow
It snowed hard throughout the month
Of February, and almost constantly
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned.
www.famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/boris_pasternak/poems/3563
Poem Analysis:
The whole world knows Pasternak as a great novelist, but he is one of the greatest poets of our century as well. His poems have been widely acclaimed. He belonged to the league of poets which include Anna Akhmatova, Joseph Brodsky and the likes. The poets of faith, suffering and human emotions.
When I first read Dr. Zhivago, I was fascinated by its richness of poetry. But most of all I liked the poems written by the hero Dr. Yuri Zhivago, a poet and physician caught in the midst of Russian revolution. These are given as an appendix to the novel.
This particular poem is my favorite among the lot. It can stand by itself. But related to the context it has more subtle dimensions. The poem is based on a simple incident. The hero still doesn't know the heroine Lara, but on his way home on a cold February night, Yura notices a candle burning through a street window(In that room Lara is taking the decision of her life). He just writes a poem on it. Little does he know that the happenings in that room is shaping up his destiny.
This is how Pasternak describes the incident:
"As they drove through Kamerger street Yura noticed that a candle had melted a patch in the icy crust on one of the windows. The light seemed to look into the street almost consciously , as if it were watching the passing carriages and waiting for someone.
'A candle burned on the table, a candle burned...' he whispered to himself-the beginning of something confused, formless; he hoped that it would take shape of itself. But nothing more came to him."
The poem is remarkable for its simplicity, the richness of imagery and the evocative tone. But in a more subtle way it reflects the poet's compassion, his astounding faith and the suffering he went through.
-Anuraj
Posted on Saturday, March 27, 1999
Source: wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/1999/03/winter-night-bori...
Winter night photography on the Great Lakes has its own magic. A late-night drive can be therapeutic—like glacier ice breaking away, searching for warmer waters.
For me, it’s my camera and tripod, capturing the unusual beauty we often overlook in our daily lives.
This spot has housed several restaurants over the years, but now seems to be a private space under the current Erie Basin Marina owners. I believe SmithBoys has run it since the mid-2010s, but its past and future remain a mystery.
My wife and I come here for ice cream and sunsets, but year-round, Erie Basin Marina is a go-to for breathtaking city views.
The Great Lakes are special like that—wouldn’t trade them for a coastal city anytime soon. 🌊❄️✨
Margaret Monday is so stunning! AND her dress is divine. It was so great to meet her! She is a Petite Modigli from Soom...with a face-up by Winternight Poem.
WinterNight 2007: Boston CityScape
Financial District and Government Center Skyline
View from the North Station area
Boston, MA, USA
It took more than US$15 billion and more than a decade to get this view of the Boston skyline from this vantage. And, still unfinished. Before this, there were montrous decaying green steel , of multiple overpasses and underpasses in the North Station area to connect the busy corridor from Northeastern Massaschusetts and the rest of Northern New England to the rest of the United States.
It was a busy corridor passing through the very heart of the city -- that created traffic for even the simplest reasons -- all over Boston. This green steel of montrosity, though actually very short, about a mile or so, I think and a few hundred acres effectively isolated the North End (the Italian enclave in Boston) and Charlestown from the rest of the Boston area.
For this reason, someone thought of placing the entire thing underground (well partially) to deal with the traffic that was paralyzing not only Boston but the Northern New England corridor.
Initially, it was considered a billion dollar, or so project but like any US federally sponsored "public works" project, the cost estimate grew -- even before it was even approved -- $2B then $4, etc., etc., etc. Thus, living to its name as the "Big Dig".
When it was finally officially inaugurated early last year (or was it the year before???), the total cost estimate was more than US$15 billion with more to be done. This cost estimate did not even include the money to create a "parkway", called the Rose Kennedy Greenway to create a park from the newly vacant aboveground surface.
The other fiasco was that there were many shoddy constructions, so that just a few months after the inauguration there were major leaks all over some of the underground passes, causing closings and just before the holidays last year, a falling ceiling hit a car that killed a woman (fortunately the husband was unhurt).
Whether the big construction firms will ever be held accountable to the repairs is another story, altogether.
In spite of all the above however, the Big Dig, once fully finished will indeed finally the North End and the Charlestown area to the rest of Boston. What were once dilapidated warehouse buildings in the North Station have now mostly been renovated (although more need refurbishing) to become hotels, restaurants, new economy office spaces and residential buildings.
The Rose Kennedy Greenway will further add to the greening of the city of Boston, on top of the Emerald Necklace that made the city of Boston quite a beautiful place to live in.
The Leonard P. Zakim Bunker Hill Bridge
Winter 2007: Boston CityScape
North Station area
Boston, MA, USA
"The Leonard P. Zakim Bunker Hill Bridge, part of The Big Dig Project in Boston, is the widest cable-stayed bridge in the world. The Bridge serves as the northern entrance to and exit from Boston. The Bridge is named after civil rights activist Lenny Zakim and the American colonists who fought the British in the Battle of Bunker Hill." -- leonardpzakimbunkerhillbridge.org
N.B.
Aside from minor cropping, and the use of "unsharp image" and the automated resizing and "screen image optimization" to reduce the diskspace usage, no further image manipulation was done.
Another night, another try for the comet. I was hoping to catch a tail but I can't seem to get it... or maybe it's not really visible from where I'm at.
Exploring my back yard, capturing the changing of the seasons in a few photos.
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A video from Rockefeller Center a late winternight:
A video from another classic place to go Ice Skating in New York City; Trump Rink, aka Wollman Rink:
Winternights in Monaco by Daniel Waschnig. For more images check out www.danielwaschnigphotography.at. Or on facebook: www.facebook.com/WaschnigPhotography
Winter 2007: Boston CityScape
Experiments with my new Camera
White Balance: Correcting for Incandascent and Fluourescent Lights
North Station area
The Walkbridge to Boston Harbor and the old Bridge to Charlestown
This scene may never become a tourist destination, but when I saw it again a few days ago -- while looking for a nice vantage to shoot the Zakim Bridge -- it brought back memories when I was much younger.
Flashback:
I used to help my parents take care of our "Sari-sari" store when I was quite young. Generally, during the early afternoons when the store was not too busy, I was usually by myself or with one of my sisters. while my parents took care of other family business.
The summer that I finished my elementary, my Brother, who lived in the big city even before I was even keenly aware of my surroundings, came home to visit. Because of a great difference in age, we never really talked much but my Brother was my own hero, based from the stories my parents and our neighbors and his friends were relating about him. I did not even know if he ever noticed me, but I have always worshipped him from afar.
I was all by myself at the store that afternoon when my Brother came by. Out of the blue, he just popped the question:
"Would you like to come to the city with me?"
[In Ilocano, of course, our native tongue.]
Somehow I knew that he meant not just to visit but to go live with him in the big city. [That was how I came to view Manila at the time, a city I visited only once when I was even much younger.] I was tongue-tied but I was excited at the same time. Don't forget that before that fateful afternoon, we really never spoke to one another, although I would be there always hovering in the background whenever he was home, talking to my parents or with us as a family or with his friends.
I am not sure whether I even answered him with my voice but somehow, even if my excitement did not show physically I conveyed the message that I did want to go. Or so, I think. The only thing that had to be done was to convince my parents, especially my Mother. I was her favorite, being the only other boy among a brood of nine living children. Before this, I never went anywhere except with both or one of my parents.
I was sure at some point my Brother discussed it with my parents, because about a month before the end of that Summer, my Mother came to me and asked if that was what I wanted to do. And yes, it was, or so I conveyed mainly through body language.
My Father before accompanied a few of my Sisters when they first went to Manila, but usually only for a few days to enroll them college. My Mother seldom traveled outside of our province, except the time I was with both my parents to visit my Brother, when I was quite young.
This time, both my Father and my Mother came with me to Manila for the entire month before the end of Summer and the start of the school year. I guess they want to be assured that I was ready to commit to such a radical change in my life -- to be away from home, for good.
Everyday we went out that month to visit relatives and people we knew or just to get acquainted with the city. While my mind and spirit were willing, it seemed then my body was not as cooperative. I had a problem at the time, such that when I smelled gasoline (or what was actually added in gasoline) I emptied whatever was in my stomach. Twice each day, from the trip going to and back to my Brother's apartment. A week before the end of Summer, my Mother stated that they could not leave me behind with my Brother if I got sick everytime I took the bus. And, I would have done that everyday, to go to the school where my Brother taught, at the time.
It was of course psychological, because the moment I realized I had to make a choice, my mind persuaded my body to cooperate, and the following day, I stopped retching, for good.
The toll of separation affected my Mother more than it did me, as I learned later own. I was trying to be a brave boy, and so that in my first letter, the first of many to come, for many years since then, I indicated that I did not even felt homesick at all. It was not completely true, of course, because as much as I loved the adventure I truly missed my family and all we had back home -- especially the closeness I had with my Mother. My Father wrote to me that my Mother cried at lot when they got back home, and especially when she read my letter.
Since then, I just got to visit the village of my birth, twice each year -- during the Christmas break and Summer vacation. Sometimes, the Christmas break was even missed when I had to attend the YMCA trip to Baguio.
Whenever I went back to Manila during those trips, and even my Father always woke me up before sunrise, to be the first at the bus station.
During one of those rituals with my Father, the moon was still just barely above east casting a silvery light and deep shadows to the houses along the streets we passed by towards the bus station. I realized at the time, how beautiful and peaceful the village of my youth, the way it presented itself that early well before dawn. Before, night and shadows had always cast fear in me -- with alll the ghost stories some of my sisters made so real.
At the time, I learned to appreciate the beauty of the contrast between light and dark, especially the soft glow cast on objects, and the shadows they created.
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N.B.
Aside from minor cropping, and the use of "unsharp image" and the automated resizing and "screen image optimization" to reduce the diskspace usage, no further image manipulation was done.
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This is the last image I publish in Flickr. All together 69 postings, and most of them has been here for months…
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