Category: Postcards

QUINCY MARKET IN LIGHTS

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Thousands of lights.
Thousands of lights.

Each year the city of Halifax, Nova Scotia, commemorates its gratitude for relief Boston extended in the aftermath of a deadly harbor explosion in 1917. The Canadians deliver a large Christmas tree, which is then erected and decorated in the heart of Boston.

The lighting itself is quite an extravaganza, as I learned the first time my choir participated in the event at historic Quincy Market. Imagine seeing yourself on the Jumbotron while you sing.

Boston is a rich and varied destination – the Hub of New England, or the Universe, as they used to say. Living a little more than an hour to the north, we’re well within its orb.

A perfect combination.
A perfect combination.

MY VIEW FROM THE TOP OF THE BARN

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Some maples are red and others bright yellow. Either one can catch my breath.
Some maples are red and others bright yellow. Either one can catch my breath.

 

October is one of my favorite times for sitting and working in the loft of the barn. The sun no longer turns its air intolerably stuffy but rather adds some welcome comfort. I can still leave the loft door open for natural light and fresh air, if I want. And just look what’s happening around me!

 

Our season of outdoor dining is just about ended.
Our season of outdoor dining is just about ended.

HARVARD’S GREAT THEATER

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The aspirations are obvious.
The aspirations are obvious.

 

Instead of gargoyles, just look ...
Instead of gargoyles, just look …

 

Memorial Hall in Cambridge is a high Victorian Gothic building erected in honor to the Harvard University men who died defending the Union in the American Civil War. One end of the structure holds Sanders Theatre, an intimate, wood-toned Globe-style auditorium – one we treasure for its Christmas Revels productions each year. The other half of the building embraces the Harry Potter-like Annenberg dining hall. The two parts connect at a marble-lined hallway engraved with the names of the fallen Harvard students.

 

Even on a cold, blustery day, it's hard not to be impressed when approaching its entrance.
Even on a cold, blustery day, it’s hard not to be impressed when approaching its entrance.

 

Imagine trumpets from every portal. Not that the Revels do it ... yet.
Imagine trumpets from every portal. Not that the Revels do it … yet.

 

Greater Boston is a rich and varied destination – the Hub of New England, or the Universe, as they used to say. Living a little more than an hour to the north, we’re well within its orb.

LATE MORNING TRAFFIC

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Medium traffic.
Medium traffic.

Vehicles on Interstate 93 stream from the Leonard P. Zakim Bunker Hill Bridge into the depths of the Big Dig tunnels. The graceful wishbone design of its two supports gives no hint of the engineering challenge of crossing a navigable waterway before plunging a highway deep under the heart of a major metropolis.

Boston is a rich and varied destination – the Hub of New England, or the Universe, as they used to say. Living a little more than an hour to the north, we’re well within its orb.

The bridge itself is gorgeously breathtaking.
The bridge itself is gorgeously breathtaking.

SOMERSWORTH MILLS

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I still imagine living in a tower like this.
I still imagine living in a tower like this. The round window remains distinctive.

 

Right along the river.
Right along the river.

 

Restoration remains to be done.
Restoration remains to be done.

The Great Falls once gave their name to the New Hampshire community also known as Summer’s Worth, now shortened into Somersworth. This being New England, the water itself was once put to work in the mills.

My fondness for old mills, by the way, did prompt a novel, Big Inca.