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Cliffs of Moher

technicolorgreen — Thu, 22 Sep 2011 05:07:30 +0000

June 19, 2011, on the western coast of Ireland. Spectacular. More pictures later.

Pigeon

technicolorgreen — Thu, 22 Sep 2011 04:59:05 +0000

September 18, 2011, at the Ashmont T Station. The purple feathers are a nice touch.

The City in Evening

technicolorgreen — Thu, 22 Sep 2011 04:51:08 +0000

July 5, 2011, in Queens, New York. Saturn’s colors hang over the Manhattan skyline.

A Saturday at Central Park

technicolorgreen — Thu, 22 Sep 2011 04:43:43 +0000

July 2, 2011, in New York City. A moment reminiscent of Georges Seurat’s masterpiece.

Wave

technicolorgreen — Thu, 22 Sep 2011 04:26:42 +0000

September 11, 2011, at Revere Beach. Sleepy camera makes a wave of its own. Art and life don’t always go as planned, but beauty and clarity might result.

Quiz Bowl

technicolorgreen — Tue, 05 Apr 2011 15:08:34 +0000

April 3, 2011, in Sever Hall. This semester, I’m playing intramural Quiz Bowl. Though I’m rusty, my teammates are brilliant and returning to the buzzer is great fun.

Today II

technicolorgreen — Tue, 05 Apr 2011 14:43:21 +0000

Reflection in Cambridge Common.

Today I

technicolorgreen — Tue, 05 Apr 2011 14:41:58 +0000

Cambridge Common after rain.

Surprise!

technicolorgreen — Sun, 03 Apr 2011 23:11:47 +0000

Whoa! While going through old blog posts, I realized this photo and its description were never published. My thoughts from at least two years ago:

I am sorely tempted to keep this a secret…but good things should be shared, right? Okay. Kelly’s at Revere Beach has the best bacon-cheese fries in the country. Rich, gooey cheese meets salty, savory bacon on top of crispy, seasoned-to-perfection fries. For $5, you get a huge box of fries, a requisite fork, and a stack of napkins. Heaven, bliss, what else could I say? Only that if Kelly’s roast beef sandwich and lobster roll are half as good as the fries, then…

Outbound to Wonderland.

Update: Both the roast beef sandwich and lobster roll are terrific, though seagulls once stole my roast beef as I was eating it. True story, and why I steer clear of seagulls.

Above All

technicolorgreen — Sun, 03 Apr 2011 23:02:25 +0000

Today at the Harvard T stop. Reminds me of an E. E. Cummings poem:

you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you're young,whatever life you wear

it will become you;and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love

whose any mystery makes every man's
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time

that you should ever think,may god forbid
and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation's dead undoom.

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance