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minty miniature metropolis (friday foto finder: mint)

This week’s friday foto finder theme is “mint.” Seeing as we are heading towards Christmas, mint made me think of candy canes. I haven’t taken many photos of candy canes, it turns out. And I didn’t much in the way of time to take a new photos this week. (Have I mentioned how busy I’ve been?) But I did remember this impressive candy display in the lobby of the Empire State Building when we visited there a few Decembers ago. There are quite a few candy canes to be found in the scene, as well as plenty of other minty candies.

Want to share some mints of your own, or partake of the other mints on display? Pay a visit to the fff blog. (Don’t worry, not all mints there will be as bad for the teeth as these.)

6 unrelated photos

Here are 6 photos I took at different times and in different places in recent(ish) years.


Exeter, New Hampshire. 2008.


Sevilla, Spain. 2009.


MIT. Cambridge, Massachusetts. 2009.


Forbidden City, Beijing, China, 2012.


New York City, NY. 2012.


UMass Amherst, MA. 2014.

3 unrelated photos

Here are 3 (largely) unrelated photos that I have taken at different times in recent years.


Botanical gardens in Paris, France in 2007.


Park on the shores of Lake Michigan, Chicago, IL. 2010.


Forbidden City, Beijing, China. 2012.

over the river


The Hamilton-Fish Bridge (aka the Newburgh-Beacon Bridge), glowing with rosy light reflected off the Hudson River at sunset in August, 2009.

For the past 5 years or more, we had been going down to my in-laws’ in New York roughly one weekend per month, including most major holidays. In fact, last Thanksgiving was the first that we did not spend down with them for easily more than a decade. (Unless I am forgetting something, which is, of course, possible.) This year, since we have been busy with our move and many other projects, we have not been down to New York since the summer. Happily, John’s two sisters have each been able to visit their mother, and each has even been able to drive her up here for a visit, first see our new house back in September, and then again last week for Thanksgiving. So, we did not make the trip down over the river and through the wood to Grandmother’s house this year. But it did get me thinking, along with my stream-prompted nostalgia for my own grandmother’s house, of the trip we would regularly make over the Hudson river to visit one of my children’s grandmothers. Here are several photos of the Hamilton-Fish Bridge across the Hudson River that I took over the years, from my position in the passenger seat. Most often, the photos were from our departure, as we tend to head down late at night after the traffic lightens. (I do have a few photos of the bridge after dark, but you can’t see much.) I do like the way the bridge looks different at different times of day, in different light conditions.


Looking very stark and gray in December, 2010.


A bright afternoon in January, 2013


Partially wrapped in September 2013.


Silhoutted in August, 2012.


Bright sun and sharp shadows in October, 2012.

down the stream, or up the creek (friday foto finder: stream)

Given that yesterday was Thanksgiving here in the US, I find myself being nostalgic for the many Thanksgivings I had at my grandmother’s house growing up. Unpacking various pieces of china and serving ware to put away in our new house, assorted family heirlooms that I remember from my childhood, and using the buffet that was from my grandmother’s house has filled me with a steady stream of memories. It is no surprise, then, that seeing this week’s friday foto finder theme of “stream” brought to mind one body of water: the one in the town where my grandmother had lived.

These photos are from May of 2005, the last time I visited that town. The creek that runs through Beulah, Colorado ranges from a tiny trickle in times of drought (which Beulah sees quite often) to a rushing torrent in the spring, gushing with the runoff from the snowmelt up in the higher mountains. During that visit, the creek (pronounced “crick” by many locals) was quite high.

My mother and I walked down to see the place where the creek crosses Central Avenue. At this junction, the creek calmly flows under the road through some pipes for much of the year. But in the spring, the creek insists on crossing the road. Cars and trucks typically drive right through the creek, but happily there is a little bridge for pedestrians who aren’t wearing their waders.

To see what other streams are flowing, merrily row yourself over to the fff blog.

put on a happy face

Sometimes when life is overwhelming, it helps to put on a happy face. Apparently some choose to put their happy faces on other surfaces.

Here are some happy faces that people have put on in various places I’ve been over the last few years.


Alley wall face in Beijing, China.


Rock face in rural Massachusetts.


Cement ball faces in a park in Barcelona, Spain.


Snowy rock smiley face in rural Massachusetts.


Parking lot smiley face in Boston.

So remember, if you can’t manage to bring yourself to smile, you can still put on a happy face. On something.

stumped (again)

This week’s friday foto finder theme was “parcel,” and it turned out to be a theme that left me stumped. Since I can’t seem to come up with any photos of parcels tonight, instead I’ll offer photos of stumps.


A stump in Nara, Japan, 2004. (Yes, I know where I saw this stump.)


A stump in Beulah, Colorado in 2005 (I had help from my metadata to remember this stump.)


This one’s from 2011, according to my photo library metadata. I believe it is in New York state.


This stump is from Oakland, California from 2012. (Again, I remembered the location of this stump, if not the date.) (Also, if I had more images like it, I could make another post along the lines of these two.)


This one was from Massachusetts, later in 2012. It reminds me a bit of a volcano.


This one was from New York state as well, at a sculpture garden. (I confess I did not remember where I saw this stump, at least without checking back for other photos taken that day. Maybe there is some hope left for me.)


This one’s really more of a gnarled root than a stump. (From the Marin Highlands, in Sausalito, CA, 2014).

So there are a whole bunch of stumps. Indeed, one could say that I have presented a parcel of stumps. (If one were so inclined…) To see a parcel of potentially more parcel-like parcels, pay a visit to the fff blog.