Somehow the traffic gods have been smiling on me, I suspect there is some sort of evil plan in which all the time I haven't spent in traffic will come back to me and I'll end up sleeping overnight on I95. Let's not worry about traffic karma, and take a look at these pictures. I get to work early and I'm not at all motivated to go in the building so I drive down to this place:

Then I get out of my car and go for a walk. With my camera. So it's not like I'm getting a lot of cardio in before I go to work. Instead I'm stopping and starting and taking pictures. The air has a chill that only early AMs in August have, the mosquitoes are thick, ticks are a plague, and I walk. It's been makming my mornings wonderful. Here are a few more pictures:

Nothing like peaches preserved in jars for winter months. I grew up learning how to can vegetables with my mom. We always canned tomatoes, peaches, and beans for winter. The peaches and tomatoes came from NY, until my father expanded his garden and was able to grow enough tomatoes for canning. Technically you can can any number of cans of fruit or vegetables, but for anything less than a full pot its a total pain in the butt.

This is a particularly exciting moment in that the peaches came from the tree my father and I planted. Canning fruits and vegetables is hot work but well worth it, it's also relatively easy to do. 

This AM I got to work early. My typical hour long commute lasted a mere 30 minutes and I arrived to work a full 30 minutes early. I decided to drive up to the Sudbury River Valley recreation lands, specifically to Heard Pond, which is literally out the back door from work and are part of the swamp I’ve been mucking about in during my breaks at the DayJob.

I got to watch the last of the sunrise over the pond and the fog lift and it was really really wonderful to watch. It reminded me of nights I’d spend at the family camp on Schoodick Lake in Cherryfield, ME and I’d watch the same process. It never gets old.

I need to remember to wear proper gear. After 2 minutes near the pond my chucks and jeans were soaked. Well worth it.

I took a few pictures, some of which capture the fog lifting, I’m still figuring out how best to capture that so I’ll be forced to travel back to the pond and try and figure out the best settings. (A small part of me wonders how the hell do I capture that fog in paint???)

The walk was worth it, wet shoes and all.

Beverly, MA sports an alley visible by train that I’ve nicknamed graffiti alley. We’ve got a couple of colleges in the area and it seems as if the city has given up on stopping kids from tagging the place. From a distance it looks as if most of the tags have been done by the local college kids and perhaps a few people from Boston, after all the area is an easy walk from the Beverly Depot stop. The tags change regularly and from week to week you might see something different. A few years back the tags were really quite nice, now they kinda suck, except for one.

What I found most interesting were the “add ons” that people had added, things like the smurf, face and lady bug you see below. These were humorous, if badly done.

I walked up into “Graffiti Alley” at dusk, with clear light with cars going by the unlocked entrance and a cop car with clear visibility of me snapping pictures. I didn’t try to hide myself, though I did make my camera visible. The city has provided trash barrels, which the kids chose not to use.

I noticed that the kids haven’t tagged this spot in ages, probably because of the cop, instead they’ve moved to the other side of the building, which people can see from the street, as well as the large red building close by.

I might head back to this location and see if there are any changes in a month or 2.

I spent Sasturday and Sunday outside shooting pictures like those you see below (and drawing.) I failed to make note of the allergy forecast (don't laugh, unless you  have allergies you don't get the importance of this.) So, I'm sleeping off allergy meds. meh.

Just to make it a little more visceral for you my face feels like someone smacked me with a baseball bat across the bridge of the nose, my eyes are watery and feel like I"ve got dust in them and my sinuses feel like someone stuffed a q-tip soaked in hot pepper pieces and scrubbed it around. I have taken much allergy meds. Om nom nom. Lesson learned, if the allergy forcast is "Danger Danger Will Robinson!" I will take my pre-emptive meds and not walk blythely about like it's nothing.

Also as an aside, I will be in a totally different location for the end of the week and blogging may not occur from Thursday to Sunday. Be aware.