I love the design and execution of these handmade boards that live outdoors for the public to enjoy. They’re not more than a year old, but time and the elements have already aged them well.
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This grass is simply phenomenal—angora fireworks atop a lithe and lanky pedicel. They ruffle the Jersey shore like a jungle of preposterously spindly cotton swabs with Harpo Marx hair. Symphonic, undulant, sibilant. Tranquility incarnate.
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What a great name for a water fountain (aka “drinking fountain”). This one is a park bubbler. I love its shapes and the way the light is reflected because of them. The color struck me first, then the machinery. A perfect combination of style and function.
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Who knew the name? It’s the thing you look through in parks, etc., to see into the distance. Looks like a robot. It’s amazingly photogenic in and of itself.
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As the days turn chillier and the sun rises later and dips earlier than we’re used to, the flora, too, gets ready for the winter to come. It takes on a different, often less obviously vibrant, persona. Flowers and plants exude a Miss Havisham quality, no less fascinating to observe than their summer cousins in their comparatively garish costumes. The lens seems equally pleased with both.
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I believe it was back in the early 70s when WPRO wanted to make Newport an East Coast surfing mecca and sponsored the “first annual” surfing contest on First Beach. It wasn’t quite “The Endless Summer” or Duke Kahanamoku, and they needed a Navy destroyer to create waves big enough to surf on. I guess climate change has altered things a bit. And it caught on enough to be still popular today. Maybe Big Ange or Joe Thomas should take the credit? Surf on, MacDuff!
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It’s always been a weirdly exotic locale in Portsmouth. Quiet, remote, right on the water. And the swampy marsh that truly defines it as a hummock was so beautiful the other morning.
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I thought it might be interesting to look at some older work, run through the mill of Photoshop.
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The day continued on from the bridge to the beach. And the birds.
I think of all the creatures on this big blue orb, I’m most envious of the birds. Does the exhilaration of navigating the airstreams ever dissipate for them? I dream of drafts keeping me buoyant, afloat, debonaire. Freeing me from the sacred need to hold on.
I used to wonder what would happen if gravity let go for one second, a bat of an eye, a fleck of time. The responsibility of gravity is a grave one, indeed.
And the birds defy it with their very essence.
And then laugh at us from above.
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More from the underside.
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