2003

  • Humble Beginnings

    This morning I’ve decided to get officially get this blog going. I’ve been dragging my feet on it for months now, always finding some excuse not to begin using it. For the last few weeks, I’ve held off because a bug with Siteframe has prevented me more uploading images. Before that, it was because I…

  • A View of Boston

    A View of Boston

    A nice view of Boston from Mt. Auburn Cemetery this evening.

  • Lantern Festival

    Lantern Festival

    This evening I attended my first Lantern Festival at Forest Hills Cemetery in Jamaica Plain. Marlene and I had "hope" written on our lamp in Chinese calligraphy. At about 8:30, we launched it into the pond with hundreds of other lamps and then watched as they drifted in mysterious, constantly-changing formations throughout the rest of…

  • Hawk Sighting

    Hawk Sighting

    This evening I hadn’t been in Mt. Auburn for more than five minutes when I looked up to see this hawk perched on a lowing-hanging branch of an Oak tree. For the next fifteen minutes, I watched it sit stoicly while a blue-jay harrassed it, chargin down ever few minutes to glance of the hawk’s…

  • Implicitly?

    Implicitly?

    This gravestone engraving has puzzled me ever since I first saw it. As of yet, I don’t have any leads.

  • First Time Birdwatching

    First Time Birdwatching

    This morning I got up early for my first day of birdwatching. At just before 7:00, I made my way to Mt. Auburn cemetery to join a tour with Wayne the Audubon Society orthnothologist. I photographed this green heron this past Sunday as I was taking my weekly morning stroll at Mt. Auburn. Some birders…

  • Halibut Point

    Halibut Point

    Halibut Point State Park in Rockport, MA.

  • Tree and Fence

    Tree and Fence

    Frontage road along I-90, Lower Allston.

  • Peace

    Peace

    The view from the I-90 footbridge.

  • The Quint House

    The Quint House

    The house where I live was built in the 1890’s and used to be the parsonage of Allston Congregational Church next door. There are six bedrooms, and, since I’m a graduate student, I feel right at home on the third floor in what used to be the servant’s quarters.