Over the years we’ve explored the eastern part of South Mountain Reservation pretty thoroughly, but I’ve never gone into the narrow strip west of Brookside Drive. This is eastern slope of “Second Mountain,” a much more wild and forbidding place than the more popular “First Mountain.” No glamorous views of Manhattan, no rivers or streams. Just a steeply wooded hillside with the remnants of a livelier time.
Claire suggested it would be nice to shoot it and try to get that “silky” effect. So I went up one afternoon with my tripod and a couple of filters, and here’s the result.
Old friend Anthony Cartouche, wise in all matters rock ‘n’ roll, recommended this compilation of Dylan covers by Bryan Ferry. I was at the local books-and-music megastore this evening when I heard it playing and drifted over to purchase my copy.
I want to say, “show me a CD with songs like “If Not For [...]
46645 is the most useful number I have in my cell phone address book. It lets me do a specialized Google search by text message for all manner of things. I’ve found movie times in San Francisco, thrift shops in Manhattan, and tonight it was perfect for a difficult situation.
The spouse had locked her [...]
We were driving up Mayfield Avenue in Cleveland last week, and I remembered that the James A. Garfield memorial was in Lakeview Cemetery — just a left turn away. I’ve seen pictures of it, but for some reason I’d never been there before. Considering its historical interest and general architectural impressiveness (it is the most [...]
Continuing my epic blog-a-logue of our vacation to Ohio, on Friday we headed up to downtown to walk around and see the sights.
Visiting The Lit over the weekend, Andy told me that their trip to China was a hoax. Next they’ll be telling me this isn’t a real picture of Linda and her friends playing cards.
We recently got our first digital SLR, the Nikon D40. It’s a sweet piece of hardware, and Claire has taken to using the 55-200 zoom to shoot extreme closeups of all manner of things. These are not “macro photos” in the pure meaning of the word (the object being shot is the same size as [...]
During my trip out to Ohio last week I took the kids on an extended side-trip to show them (and me) where we’re from. This is the street where my grandfather was born and lived, according to the 1900 census records.
Cleveland, Ohio. Our first morning here greeted us with over three inches of rain in about two hours. My parents’ basement had water in it for the first time in 20 years. There was a LOT of flooding out here, and the news was full of stories about people rescued from their cars in several [...]
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