The Winter of 2015
...aka "Beauty and the Beast"
First, the Beauty
the Winter of 2015, eastern Massachusetts and Boston area was
innundated with massive snowstorms and their mind-altering consequences
in both the cities and towns, and along the coast. For the most part,
the inner land areas were, for the most part, plow-tested and managed
to weather these storms with relatively minor consequences. As a matter
of fact, the massive amounts of snow dropped, blanketed us on numerous
ocassions and allowed artists to respond in our own personal way.
Sculptors took advantage of snow piles by sculpting them into snowmen
and more elaborate hip figures. Painters used colored dyes to color the
snow to look like outdoors drip painting installations. Photographers
were out in full force, learning to shoot pictures in new ways derived
from the experience earned during the multiple storms.
one of those photographers and my 1000+ daytime 360-degree snow photos
locations throughout Boston gave me the courage and impetous to make an
ambitious attempt to photograph the Boston Public Garden at night, in
the middle of the final snowstorm "Thor", with my trusty Nikon D5300
boldly, hand-held. So many images were shot inside windows looking
out, by those other timid Boston photogaphers. Or if they went outside
for a few simple single shots quickly, or after the snow stopped
falling. The results of my fearlessness is the "Winter Swan Song"
360-degree photo shown
above and images below.
(Actually, my fearlessness was
miniscule next to the fearlessness of the journalistic
and art photographers that brave truely life-threatening and inhospitable regions of the earth, like
Antartica, or the Himalayas to photograph landscapes where there are no
people nor safe havens.)
a winter moon over the Brookline Waterworks and partially frozen Reservoir was quite a sight
people had a very different recollection of those winter storms.
Inconvenience was as much a reality as the Beauty in Brighton Center
during Neptune, but in the cities we were ready for it with shovels, plows and heavy equipment.
The not-so-beautiful harse reality became apparent during the daytime in Allston/Brighton...
yet it had an upside in Roger's Park, probably the best sledding in Boston...
...unlike the downside in the Gunrock section of Hull MA
which I'm calling "The Beast"
addition to the many snow storm photos, I photographed a majority of the beaches
along the MA coast, from Salisbury Beach to Aquinnah (formerly Gay Head
Beach) in Martha's Vineyard for the purpose of exploring the aftermath of winter storm damage.
I found many examples of beach erosion and property damages.
the sake of this visual poem portraying the "beauty and the beast"
sides, I've decided to include only the images of raised homes
in the Gunrock section of Hull Ma as evidence of the toll that coastal
dwellers have paid and are continuing to pay. For many of these
it seems to be more about the loss of home, rather than property.
of these beach house photos remind me of the "old house" photo work of
Walker Evans and William Christenberry, except that the houses are on
stilts. I was fortunate to meet Mr. Christenberry once at his
opening in the Jackson Fine Art gallery in Atlanta. He was as gracious
in person as his photos are gracious and reverent with their subject
what to do; lift, leave or perish...?
WHY? Is it the view?
don't think so. It's home, with all of the memories of past times,
happy times, sad times, times of birth and death. Weddings and wakes,
holidays and celebrations, young and old get-togethers. How can we
abandon them all? I understand this now. My mother recently sold her
home, our home of 50 years elsewhere, to move into a condo.
Many of these folks choose to lift and stay home, fearlessly, for now.
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