May 08

I was walking -- rushing, actually -- out my door today when I caught sight of this unusual-looking plant in the front yard. It's a Bleeding Heart, a kind of plant I had never seen before. It's quite pretty.

I've had two predominant reactions to flower photos on this blog. Some people say, "Oh, another flower photo," in a disdainful tone, and others go, "Oh, another flower photo," but in a much more enthusiastic tone. I've been fortunate this year that my landladies have done such a great job landscaping the yard. It seems like there's another color of tulip coming up every week. On pretty days it makes me feel good to see all the beautiful flowers, and on bad days, I feel a little better for having been around such beauty.

I promise, late next week will bring some new and different photos to the Photo of the Day blog. I'm leaving for vacation in Illinois, so something other than commute photos and flowers will be featured.

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May 07

So yesterday, water main work near my house prematurely cut off my attempts to finish washing my clothes. Today, police activity near the laundromat where I dry the washed clothes (our dryer is dead) nearly prevented me from finishing the job.

I'm not sure what the story was, but I did see the police escorting these two folks out of the parking lot and into two separate cruisers. They moved the cruisers blocking entry to the laundromat parking lot a few moments later, so I made the block (it's on a one-way street), pulled in, and dried my laundry (albeit 45 minutes later than I planned).

Honestly, I'm almost ready to conclude these are signs from God, and that He doesn't want me doing laundry anymore. Unfortunately, nobody else (including the Almighty) is likely to buy that one.

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May 06

The City of Boston decided to clean the water mains in several locations around Roslindale today. Coincidentally, today was my laundry day.

I have no idea what is involved with cleaning water mains, to be honest. Nor am I certain why they have to be cleaned in groups (there were further crews on Cummins Highway -- two of them). I guess you don't want your nice clean water main gunked up by dirty ones nearby? Whatever the process, it used water from a nearby hydrant and a big vacuum hose thingie.

Actually, I don't know that this has anything to do with water mains, except for the name on the side of the truck and possibly the use of the hydrant. Still, with stuff being stirred up in the vicinity of utility lines to my home, I don't think it was worth the risk.

Now, Thursday will be laundry day!

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May 05

Happy Cinco de Mayo.

Compare and contrast this photo to the Photo of the Day from April 27. Same street, same approximate shooting location, but visually different results. It's chilly and rainy in Boston today, and with winds in the teens many of the blooms have blown off the trees. Everything is refreshingly green, of course, which is still nice to look at.

I thought it was most pronounced looking at St. Botolph Street this afternoon after parking my car for work. Along the sidewalks and around parked cars there's a carpet of white flower petals. Traffic, winds and rain have washed clean the streets.

I also snapped this picture in a brief respite from the rain, when I felt it safe to take my camera out. Rainy days depress me a bit, so I took the opportunity to get a photo when I could.

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May 04

Please allow me to present another pretty flower picture. With all the new planting in the yard, it seems like every time something begins to die off, a new bloom comes out to replace it. Since tomorrow is supposed to be rainy and cold, this was my last chance for a couple of days.

That, and I couldn't think of anything else worth photographing.

Today's photo brings me a little past one-third of the way to my year's worth of photos. It's been both easier and more difficult than I'd thought it would be. Whatever else can be said about the experience, though, it has been a rewarding one.

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May 03

My ass hurts.

What that statement lacks in eloquence it makes up for in brevity. Anna convinced Brandon and me that going to a skating rink would be a fun and entertaining way to spend a Sunday afternoon. I was dreadful in not replying to her e-mail right away, but with all the crap going on at the end of last week, combined with planning my possibly to-be-cancelled trip to Illinois, I really didn't know if I was going to be up for it.

Obviously, I thought I was. And I was ... sort of. My greatest accomplishment of the evening was playing skee-ball while on rollerblades. And I really have to commend the builders of Roller World in Saugus for their excellent roller rink floor, which survived many impacts. I'm going to omit the litany of aches and pains my poor abused body feels, and go back to those magical three words that say it all: "My ass hurts."

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May 02

I complain a lot about the City of Boston -- the city government, traffic woes, etc. -- but occasionally, the city does something right.

There's a small traffic island on Washington Street as you approach Roslindale Square from the south. To be honest, I haven't noticed any exceptional landscaping there before, but this spring, the city planted hundreds of tulips. And now they're all in bloom.

It's really very pretty, and I've been lurking, waiting for the best time to get a photo of the colorful display. It's a very bright, very welcoming entrance to the heart of our neighborhood

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May 01

You know it's been a busy day when the Photo of the Day is an accident.

Today was spent getting the rest of the paperwork together to renew my auto registration, which expired last night. I had to get up early -- I find that to be odious -- and take the T into Boston to do a lot of walking around, sorting out, and paying things. In the end, it was a straightforward process, but time-consuming, and I ended up rushing to get to work on time for the second day in a row.

This shot was accidental. I was hurrying into work at the employee entrance when my camera, slung over my shoulder, began to slip. I grabbed it to keep it from falling and got this skewed shot of the service corridor. As I sat down tonight to review my photos, I came across the image and realized I liked it. It has a certain frenetic energy that really encapsulates my mood today.

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Yesterday's Photo of the Day has been posted, too.

April 30

I caught sight of this lady sitting in her lawn chair by Jamaica Pond on the way to work today. To say that I envied her this relaxation as I hurried to work (where I arrived late) would be an understatement.

Today was spent doing damage control. I realized last night that my car's registration was going to expire at the end of April. I had to drive up to Everett today to pay an outstanding parking ticket. I've never been to Everett in my life, and the ticket is obviously a mistake, but because of the registration issue it was more expedient to pay the ticket than to contest it. Getting to Everett was a pain in the ass, and driving through the town was depressing. Suffice it to say, Everett lacks the cachet of Lynn and the charm of Worcester.

The trip, according to Google Maps, should have been a 30-minute drive each way. It took an hour. The parking clerk, while nice enough, was very busy, so I had to wait. And I ended up getting to work late.

On the plus side, it was a nice day for a drive.

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April 29

My doorman Ennio could have been an interior decorator.

In the lobby of the building where I work, we have a low fireplace with a large mirrored mantle over it. The space spans about 7 by 7 feet, so it's difficult to fill effectively. My manager wanted something to go there, though, so Ennio took on the challenge. He hacked off some pear tree branches with buds, selected a tall vase, worked his magic and voilà! A pretty -- and free -- lobby decoration that effective fills the 49 square foot space.

With all the straight lines and modern decor, it's nice to have something organic to break up the severity of the lobby. And, of course, it's great to have somebody like Ennio around who can work this kind of magic.

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April 28

My downstairs neighbors and landladies have an impressive collection of tulips in the backyard. Today's heat -- it was 90+ degrees -- had some of the flowers looking a little peaked, but the backyard tulips seem to be tolerating the heat just fine.

For my part, I kind of liked the heat. It's a welcome change from the frigid winter we lived through this year. I feel bad for Pogo, though. I have to talk to Boyfriend about getting him groomed and thinning out his coat a bit for the summer. His half-husky heritage definitely works against him when the temperature goes up. Fortunately, we're getting more seasonal temperatures overnight, and the rest of the week won't be quite so miserable for the little guy.

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April 27

St. Botolph Street in Boston's Back Bay is lined with blooming trees -- apple blossoms, I think -- that form a canopy in places.

This spring has caused all of the trees to bloom beautifully, and the result has been stunning to see. My neighbor has a pretty apple tree that is also blooming, and the trees in my backyard are bright yellowy-green with new leaves. Everywhere you look, things are blooming.

I noticed the bright white arch over the street as I drove in to work today, and I have to admit that it made me smile. It's almost enough to make it worth surviving the winter when the spring unfolds so magnificently.

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April 26

I didn't have a lot going on this afternoon, so I called up my friend Anna to ask if she'd like to go to IKEA with me. (Yes, my social life is that pedestrian.) Anna had just met up with Brandon, our friend from National Novel Writing Month and Script Frenzy, so I gamely invited him along as well. (I just cleaned out my car today, so there was actually room for all three people.)

And away we went.

IKEA is a fun place to go when you're feeling aimless. There are arrows on the floor to guide you through the showrooms, you can see neat things and make fun of them, and the food at the restaurant is pretty cheap and filling. There's also the people watching; that one turned on us when we saw the slightly saggy overweight woman wearing the low-rider jeans. There had to have been three inches of butt crack showing, surrounding by sagging cellulite. Brandon might be scarred for life.

And that is the high point of my day. I amuse myself, and fortunately, when others are laughing, they're laughing with me, not at me.

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April 25

I'm friends with a jewelry designer. Keith designs distinctive, one-of-a-kind jewelry, and in a mutually beneficial quid pro quo, I photograph his designs in exchange for custom pieces of jewelry (usually for my mother).

Keith specializes in making jewelry specifically for people. When he made a lapel pin for my mother, I gave him a photograph so he could see who he was designing for. The result was perfect.

The necklace above was made for a colleague of Keith's -- a businesswoman. Keith has been working on this one a while, so when it was done I got the call to photograph it. One of the hallmarks of a truly stunning piece of jewelry from Keith is that it's easy to photograph. This necklace practically photographed itself.

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April 24

I had a pretty photo of my landlady's "miracle flowers," all lined up for the Photo of the Day today. Then, on my commute to work, this lady walked by.

Oh. My. God.

On the spot, I decided that today's POTD would be fauna, not flora. I drove by this woman and stopped at the red light, three or four cars back. Then I got my camera and waited, hoping for once that the light wouldn't change too soon.

Our fashion victim strutted past. Yes, strutted. From her attitude, it was obvious that she thought she was lookin' goooood in this outfit. It was fascinating to watch, really. I know a new outfit, a new hairstyle or even new accessories can make you feel good, but I've never seen an example quite so heinous as this ensemble have that effect.

My friend Sean describes this look as "the Great Wall of Panty Line," topped by "the Golden Gate Bra." I couldn't have said it better myself.

As for the Photoshop, I was playing around and liked the effect on the right side. While it didn't make her dress look better, per se, it at least made it less startling in context.

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April 23

My neighbor has an apple tree that blossoms beautifully every spring.

She has a green thumb and ... let's call it eclectic taste .. when it comes to landscaping. Her yard is an ever-evolving experiment in unlikely combinations of plants -- sometimes deliberately planted, other times not. Wildflowers ring her fence line and grow halfway out over the sidewalks, and anybody allergic to bee stings treads carefully when visiting or passing by.

When the tree blossoms, it's really quite beautiful, though the fragile blooms don't last very long. It's always a special treat to walk by and see it in all its glory in the springtime, and usually it's the first true harbinger that warm weather is on the way.

Besides, it makes for a very pretty picture.

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April 22

It's street cleaning day on Castleton Street in Jamaica Plain, and the meter maids were out in force today. There were seven cars on one side of the street, which runs about the length of a football field, and six of them had parking tickets. Thus is the joy of on-street parking in Boston.

These cars are lucky. In heavily-populated areas like Boston's Back Bay and South End, the cars wouldn't have just been ticketed, but towed. Those poor car owners get to pay for the ticket, plus the cost of towing and impound, before they can get their car back.

Fortunately, I live on a street without any posted street-cleaning days, so I don't have to do the on-street parking shuffle, because it can be a giant pain in the butt.

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April 21

The weather in Boston, which isn't cold but decidedly rainy and kind of clammy-muggy, put a damper (pun intended) on my photographic inspirations today. That, and taking my camera out in the rain is a non-starter. So I'm fobbing you off with a screenshot today.

Here you see me planning my trip out to Illinois next month. My dear friend Ruth is graduating from college, and I'm going to attend the event, take some photos, and spend some time with her and her family. The ticket costs dropped fairly dramatically over the past week (down by 35 percent), so the trip is within my budget.

I'm looking forward to the trip, now that I know I can take it. :-)

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Thank you, Mrs. Cianci, for not stalking us! (I fixed the problem and appreciate your pointing it out.)

April 20

The not-at-all-exhausted looking lady next to me here is Kathryn Nixon. I have trouble making myself presentable most mornings, yet she looks beautiful after having run 26.2 miles in a marathon in 3:52:37.

Kathryn is a former resident in the building in Boston's Back Bay where I work. She and her family moved a few years ago, but she ran the Boston Marathon again this year and dropped in for a short visit with Ennio and me. It makes me feel good that people leave with fond memories and, indeed, visit us occasionally.

Indeed, with all the hassles of driving to work today, with closed-off streets, little or no parking, and thousands more pedestrians than normal, Kathryn's visit may be the best thing about Patriot's Day in Boston.

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April 19

I missed my grandmother's birthday.

It wasn't on purpose, however. She didn't receive her card, though, so I put together a new card for her. Most people would send just the card, but when your grandson's a photographer, you don't get off that easy. I had a year or so of catch-up to do, so she's got a couple of dozen photos in her card.

She'll be especially glad to see my shorter hair -- she's been going on about my looking "like a hippie," since I began growing my hair out a couple of years ago. My friend Brandon took a great photo of me yesterday, so I added it to her card to round out the package.

The card may be late, but the new haircut just might make it worth waiting for. :-)

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