Although I’ve since learned what these are, I react with curiosity and amusement whenever I see one. Particularly the pink mustaches.
What Is It: Plush Car Mustasche
04 Friday Oct 2013
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Friday Favorite – Little Pig
11 Friday Jan 2013
Posted in Bike Life, Boston Moments
This little pig is a friend I pass daily on my bike route from JP to Cambridge.
I enjoy him/her especially because of his/her small stature, big smile, and propensity to lean. Although, to all appearances, the pig was placed to keep the shrub upright and not vice versa.
What Is It: Cradle Bench
17 Friday Aug 2012
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I appreciate clever guerilla art, whether it’s yarn bombing, handmade additions to street signs, or a bench that, on second glance, is no ordinary bench.
My lovely friend Lauren models proper bench-sitting
This What Is It might be better categorized as a Friday Favorite, because it’s cheating a bit. (Shh!) The internet, turns out, has lots to say about the mysterious cradle bench bolted into place very near the normal benches on Jamaica Pond.
Friday Favorite – Mr. Potato Head Shrine
27 Friday Apr 2012
Posted in Bike Life, Boston Moments
I love passing this shrine on my ride to work. Sometimes the wind blows over the potatoes, and it gets very dramatic.
Friday Favorite – Apple Tree on Olmstead
30 Friday Mar 2012
Posted in Green Life
Since I started taking the Olmstead Park path through Jamaica Plain into Brookline, over a year ago, I’ve passed this apple tree in its many forms. Decked out with blossoms, in mid-summer greens, full of knobby, misshapen apples that I’ve seen only Canada geese eat, and once with a raccoon perched crookedly on top like a fur hat, I enjoy the sight of the tree in each of its annual moods. I hope to snap a few more candids as the seasons progress.
Friday Favorite – Pin Oak
09 Friday Dec 2011
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At the edge of a parking lot near my house sits what I believe to be a pin oak. Each day, as I bike or walk past, I inspect the oak. I notice it’s straight and subtly regal form, how the streetlights turn its night-shadow into art, the tiny leaves as they grow and unfurl each spring, and finally, the dry leaves of winter, hanging on, hanging on.
I’ve long wanted to photograph the tree and ended up shooting a whole roll, including this first attempt at night photography.
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