Pride

Thirty-nine years ago police raided a gay bar in Greenwich Village in New York City sparking a riot that is commemorated each year in Pride parades throughout the US. In the years since that riot and the first Pride parade, the purpose and tenor of the parade has changed.

We didn't stay long at the first Pride event we attended taking just a small amount of time to wander before heading off. Pride became a regular part of our lives during our active membership in GLOW (Gays and Lesbians of Watertown), a neighborhood social group. Most of the the years I sat at GLOW's table at the festival passing out information. Through GLOW I got involved with the Boston Pride Committee.

When I was a member of Boston's Pride Committee in the late 80s and early 90s, being gay or lesbian meant there was always the possibility of losing a job, friends, family and even your life. And the chants and speeches of the Pride parade and festival reflected that. Pride was the one time when it felt safe to be completely out. This was also a time when AIDS was at the front of the minds of many in the LGBT community and that was also reflected in the Pride events.

It has been years since I regularly attended the Pride parade and festival. We attended one or two Pride festivals after I left the committee, but other aspects of life have taken priority most years. I went to Pride on Saturday and did something I have never done before - I marched in the parade from start to finish. In all my previous years of involvement I have always been at the festival site, and only occasionally joined GLOW or the Pride Committee for the last couple of blocks.

What drew me to march this year is a group of people who have become an important part of my life since January. The story begins about 5 years ago. At that time I attended Meeting for Worship (Quaker) with my sister-out-law (the fabulous Shelley) at Princeton Friends Meeting. On each visit since then I have attended Meeting. At first it felt strange to sit in silence in a room full of people. But over the years it has become a treasured part of my visits. I thought about going to the Meeting closest to my house a number of times. Shyness and the need to be up and out early on Sunday morning kept me away. This January I took a class at the North Bennett Street School in Boston which required me to be up and out of the house before 7am for 5 Saturdays. Being the creature of habit that I am, it also meant that I was up and ready to be moving early on Sunday mornings.

So that first Sunday of January I went to Worship at Wellesley Friends Meeting. What I have found there is a welcoming community. I knew a couple of the members before, they sing in the Broadmoor Chamber Singers with Amy. When I first walked through the doors I wasn't sure if I was going to become a regular attender, but I have. Meeting has become a regular part of my week, and the people are becoming not just Friends but also friends.

Which brings me back to Saturday when I joined 13 other people from the Meeting to march in the Pride parade. There was a party atmosphere at the start. There were balloons and beads and lots of smiles. We took lots of pictures as we waited for the parade to start. The only politics evident were the political candidates working the crowd, and the Obama supporters just ahead of us in line.

We walked through the streets of Boston to the cheers of the crowd, though at least a few of those were for the free t-shirts being tossed from the motorized trolley in front of us. There were familiar faces in the crowd, and lots of smiles. I did okay until the pace picked up as we headed up Beacon Hill toward the State House. At that point I had to drop back, rest a moment and catch my breath before continuing on. I did finish the march – mostly by myself as a major gap had developed – and connected with the rest of our group on City Hall Plaza before heading home.

And now some twenty years after I attended my first Pride event, I can finally say that I have marched in the Pride parade.

Waiting for the start.

Ready to go.

Garden Tour

As my neighbors will no doubt tell you, I am a bad gardener. My lawn is mostly weeds, the bushes are in need of trimming and there are still fall leaves scattered about. The one bright spot is the perennial garden. Situated in the sunny spot where our driveway curves down to the garage the perennial garden is thriving. At the moment it is a study in purple and green with a splash of pink. Soon yellow will join the mix. When I went out to take pictures of it today I discovered that one of the lupin, which I thought had all died, has survived, though I don't have pictures of it.

Another element on which I am a terrible gardener is that I don't have a good chart of my garden and can't remember what a couple of the plants in it are called.

Looking across the lavender, which is starting to think about blooming.

Purple flower (the name escapes me).

Sage

Salvia

Another one I don't remember the name of.

Coreopsis bud.

This pale weed is growing at the edge of the garden.

Lensday: Sunshine

Shining Through the Trees

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Unique's Photo Challenge: Trio

Our dogwood has been loaded with blossoms this year, providing a visual feast and drawing my camera on an almost daily basis. The blossoms are fading now.

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Tuesday Challenge: Towers

Galen Stone Tower
The carillon tower at Wellesley College.

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Macroday: Cap

The top of one of my baseball caps.

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Photo Published

I've just gotten word that the picture of the Contemporary Jewish Museum in San Francisco shown above is being included in the Schmap guide to California. While there is no monetary compensation for this it's cool that my picture is being included. The Schmap guide is an online travel guide. The homepage is here, and the page with my picture is here.

Thursday Challenge: Shapes

Looking out the barn window at Codman Farm in February.

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PhotoSunday: Yellow

early spring daffodil

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See It Sunday: Bright

A bright orange flower in the bouquet Amy gave me on our anniversary in February.

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PhotoSunday: Spring

Spring night.
Before class started on Thursday night I spent some time watching these little guys practice. The uniform shirts were too big, they were missing as many balls as they stopped and they were having a blast!

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Thursday Challenge: Spring

This pasque flower sits at the end of our front walk. I really love it's look. Unfortunately it is truly a Spring flower. It blooms for about a week and then is done until next year. In finding the link to the information about it I discovered that it's the state flower of South Dakota and the provincial flower of Manitoba. (And I think my picture is nicer than the one on the listing at wikipedia.) Another picture of it is here.

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Lensday: Purple

On the plaza in front of the hotel near where I work in.

(I'm having a lot of fun with my new camera, though I still need to figure out all of it's features. Work is still nuts, the conference for the users group that I'm president of is in less than 2 weeks and the summer softball league season starts in less than 2 weeks. So, if you don't hear much from me you'll know why.)

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Colors

cardinal red
against forsythia yellow
visual feast

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Sad Day

My wife teases me occasionally about the number of cameras I own (if you count the hand-me-down from her Dad, the one with the broken light meter and the video camera I own 7). I regularly use three - a digital camera bought shortly before we went to Quebec in 2003, the waterproof digital camera I use when kayaking, and a 35mm film camera. The 5 year old digital camera is the work horse of the bunch. At least it was until yesterday. The shutter release stopped working consistently yesterday afternoon, and by this afternoon it stopped working completely.

After trying all of the non-invasive options we could think of, I decided to open up the camera well aware that at some point I would cross the point of no return. Fourteen teeny-tiny screws later a 1/4 inch piece of metal fell out. We were able to figure out that it was one half of the spring mechanism for the shutter. The completely worn out half, and it was not going back where it came from.

The good news is that I have other cameras. I will miss this camera, though. It has taken pictures of wonderful trips - snow in Quebec, the beach in San Diego, our honeymoon in Mexico, smiling children, softball games, flowers, most everything you've seen here that wasn't taken from my kayak.

I'll be adding another camera to my arsenal soon. Until then my waterproof digital will be pressed into service.

Tuesday Challenge: Crisp

Matzo which doesn't so much break as shatter.

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Macroday: Sneaker

The sneakers Amy keeps under her desk at work to pull on when she wants comfort.

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PhotoHunters: Glass

This is part of the ceiling in the Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas. The glass flowers were made by Dale Chihuly. We have both admired his glass work from afar so this was a must see destination during our adventure in Las Vegas.

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Happy Birthday, Mommy!

Today is my mother's birthday. My mother loves daffodils. I have yet to see a daffodil in the wild this year, but I did find these small ones at the grocery store the other day and they followed me home. Happy birthday mommy!

(On another note I have not fallen off the face of the earth. I'm just really busy at work and haven't been able to scare up enough energy to write. I haven't even been taking that many photographs although I have managed to get a least one a day. There have been a few nights when I've been wandering the house at 11:30 looking for something to take a picture of. Things should get back to a more normal pace soon.)

Waiting

Amy arrives tonight, in about 5 hours. I've been in Las Vegas since Sunday at a conference which ends mid-day tomorrow. We're going to spend a few days seeing the sights. I'm excited that she'll be here soon, though not soon enough. I'm counting the hours. (And yes I am pathetic.)

In the meantime, I'll have dinner with 5000 of my closest friends (it's a big conference) and then go listen to Bare Naked Ladies.

RT and Horton

(Not sure why I'm inclined toward pictureless posts today, perhaps it's the rain, but here's another.)

When I first saw the trailer for Horton Hears a Who several months ago I knew that I would have to see the movie as soon as it came out, and that I would have to see it with RT, my college roommate. I read a lot of Dr Seuss as a child - The Cat in the Hat, The Cat in the Hat Comes Back, Green Eggs and Ham and even the little known I Had Trouble in Getting to Solla Sollew - but I had never read Horton.

Way back freshman year when RT discovered that I had never read Horton she was appalled. Shortly after I received a copy of Horton for my very own. It's in the bookcase next to my bed even now.

Work has been a bit nuts lately (preparing for an upgrade in late June) and I kept forgetting to call RT until the wee hours of the night. I finally grabbed a couple of minutes yesterday and gave her a call. After determining that she was in fact free today I mentioned that I wanted to take her to see Horton today. She was so excited that she decided not even to check with her partner, K, to see if she'd made plans for today. She'd been expecting to have to wait until the film came out on DVD because K was not interested in seeing it, she doesn't live near a theatre and doesn't drive long distances.

The movie was everything we could have hoped it would be, and RT was thrilled to watch not only the movie but also all the small people who were watching it with us. It is a testament to how good the movie is that there was very little unrest among the children. I highly recommend the movie. It has action, is visually interesting, stays true to the Seuss story, and delivers its message without being preachy. RT's favorite line - "...eats rainbows and poops butterflies".

After the movie we went out to lunch. We could have spent several hours more talking, but I had errands to run so had to rush off after dropping RT back at home. It was nice to be able to make RT's day and to remember that sometimes it's the little things that matter.

Voted Favorite

I just discovered that my PhotoSunday post for W, which you can see here, was voted one of the favorites. While not a huge honor (out of 12 entries there were 4 favorites) but I'm still thrilled. It gave me a nice smile on this grey, gloomy day. Now I just need to figure out what to post for Z.

Shutterday: Thing Seen

This week's theme at Shutterday is "Thing Seen" (swing on over to see other submissions). The photos submitted are to be of things yoy have a unique view of, something you noticed that most people might have missed, or something you saw and needed to show the world. I spied this traffic cone while walking in my neighborhood last weekend.

LensDay: Wood

Taken February 9th.
Another picture of this gnarly tree was included here.

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Playing in the Snow

I'm going to make myself really unpopular here but despite that I'm going to say what's on my mind. I want a blizzard. A good old fashioned feet of snow, no school for a week blizzard. I am tired of the 3 inches of snow that melts 2 hours after it's falen storms we've been having. Okay, I feel better now, and those of you who are cursing at me can just keep muttering about what a nut case I am.

Despite the lack of measurable snow I have managed to spend a little time playing in the snow. My snowshoes, however, are a little lonely.

Last Friday we got a good dumping of snow. Saturday was "fruit unloading day" for Amy's chorus. Every winter they team up with another chorus to sell citrus fruit. Due to the snow still on the ground I was recruited to drive to the farm where the truck was dropping off the fruit. The parking area at the farm is dirt, and Amy was worried that her car would get stuck.

While Amy was unloading, sorting and repacking fruit I wandered the farm. Codman Farm is a working farm that provides agricultural education in Lincoln. They have a variety of critters . On my wander I saw

cows

including this one who gave me the evil eye

donkeys

geese

chickens

and turkeys
amid the barns.

Meanwhile, Amy and the others from the 2 choruses were sorting through dozens of boxes of citrus fruit. When the sorting was done boxes were loaded into cars for delivery and we headed home.

And because this post is about the fruit, here's a shot of one of the oranges that we brought home.

See It Sunday: Flag

Taken along the Charles River February 11th

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PhotoSunday: X

Seen at Broadmoor Wildlife Sanctuary February 24

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PhotoSharks: Games

My favorite online game.
Warning: it is _extremely_ addicting.

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Thursday Challenge: Travel

Historic Trolley on Market Street
(Bonus San Francisco picture)

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PhotoSunday: W

White walls, and snow covered roof.

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San Francisco: Day 6

After packing out things for the trip home, we headed off for some museum viewing. First stop was the Museum of Craft and Folk Art, a small museum. The current exhibit is called the Fabric of Cultures. The exhibit includes examples of fabric ornamentation from a variety of cultures.

Outside we spent a few minutes looking at the building under construction for the Contemporary Jewish Museum, designed by Daniel Libeskind.


Then it was off to the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art. They are currently showing an installation exhibit by Olafur Eliasson. The included work examines perceptions of space, light, and our surroundings. It was interesting but much of it made me dizzy. Of much more interest were the photography exhibits, both the works from their collection and the special exhibit of work done by Italian photographer, Gabriele Basilico.

After we finished at the museum we picked up lunch at the Metreon. We hadn't made any plans for the afternoon so we spent time soaking up the sun in the park outside the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts. When we'd had our fill, we wandered to the Westfield Center intending to find a spot to have something to drink. We quickly reached sensory overload and retreated to the hotel and settled into the lounge on the 39th floor for drinks and snacks (hummus and shrimp cocktail). The lounge provides a great view of the city which was a nice wrap-up to the trip.

The flight home was uneventful, although neither of us slept much. We crawled into bed once we got home, for several hours of sleep.

San Francisco: Day 5

Today we headed to Chinatown. Amy had two goals in mind - Dim Sum and fans. First stop was Dim Sum which we had at a small hole in the wall place called Hang Ah Tearoom. To get there you walk up a very steep hill. There were a couple of times during the climb when I was convinced that this was not worth it. I was proven wrong. The food was fabulous. Because it was only the two of us we weren't able to sample too many dishes (plans are in the works for a Dim Sum excursion in Boston in the not too distant future). We had sticky rice rolls, shrimp rolls, pot stickers, steamed pork buns, sesame balls, and bok choy. The pot stickers were the best I think I've ever had. Everything was very tasty and was brought to the table steaming hot.


We followed the meal up with wandering through Chinatown, stopping in whichever stores caught our eye. Amy was in search of cheap fans - paper and wooden. She had three she got when we were in San Francisco in 1996 and they have been loved nearly to death. At one time while stuck in a hideously long airport security line she was offered $20, and then bid up to $30, for her $1 fan (she did not sell). Today's goal was 3 or 4 more fans. In the course of our travels we found the fans (top price was $.79 for the paper ones) and a few other trinkets.

The surprise of the day was hearing a voice say "I know you from Watertown". We turned around to discover our old pal, Dana, standing on the sidewalk next to us. Neither of us had recognized him, but he recognized me. We were all active in GLOW (Gays and Lesbians of Watertown) which was a neighborhood potluck group centered in Watertown, Massachusetts back in the late 80s and early 90s. The funny part is he still lives in Massachusetts, though it's been years since we saw him.

Chinese New Year was a few weeks ago and the celebrations are continuing. While we were in Chinatown our attention was captured by the sound of drums and firecrackers. Two different troops of boys/young men were parading through the streets with a lion each. Every few stores they would stop while the lion danced and bowed before the store then entered briefly. Before moving on a string of fireworks would be set off. Each troop included several bright flags as well.

With our goals satisfied we head back toward the hotel. We stopped briefly in Union Square to rest our legs and have a drink of water, and made a brief stop on Maiden Lane to check out the Frank Lloyd Wright building there. As soon as we entered the lane I knew which building it was. It is distinctly a Wright design, not to mention that it stands out among the more traditional buildings on that block.

After a quick stop at Citizen Cupcake for a treat we headed back to our room for a short break. I decided that icing my knee was in order (all the walking has made it quite sore) and ended up falling asleep. After a short nap I was quite refreshed. Amy was reading and really didn't mind the break either.

Our evening entertainment included a trolley ride to the Castro. We walked around to soak in the atmosphere, which was loud, slightly raucous and primarily male, stopping into a few shops along the way, including the HRC store. (For those who may not know the Human Rights Campaign is an organization the works for LGBT rights. It was founded in 1980 to counter the efforts of the Moral Majority.) We then headed to Catch for dinner. Dinner was superb. The flavors in each item blended perfectly, Amy's crab appetizer was particularly well balanced. Portions were reasonably sized, the ambiance was pleasant and the service was attentive without being intrusive.

San Francisco: Day 4

Yesterday we ventured out for breakfast, to Mel's Drive-in just around the corner from our hotel. Mel's advertises itself as the place where "American Graffiti" was filmed, however they have several locations and the location near the hotel is decidedly not a drive-in - it's mid-block in an area of office buildings. The food was quite nice though and our window seat allowed us to people watch while we ate.

After breakfast we headed down Market Street toward the waterfront on foot. In our various excursions we had noticed quite a few buildings with interesting architectural details and I wanted to capture some photos.
This building is near the corner of Fourth and Market. The streets coming into Market here do not meet it at 90 degrees, so there are quite a few buildings which come to a point. This one is almost a triangle. I love the way that from this perspective it looks like it's only a facade.

There are quite a few modern buildings mixed in with the older ones. I was drawn initially to the older building in this photo mostly because of the way it's shape changes on the upper floors. I do like the contrast between it and the newer building though.

Acorn and leaf detail from another building.

This address on one of the more modern buildings caught my eye because of the angle. We've seen several buildings where a fair amount of thought has gone into the address markings.

This is the tower of the Ferry Building which sits at the waterfront at the end of Market Street (although there is a park between the end of Market and the building). Our intent had been to hop on the trolley when we got tired but we walked the eight blocks there. Incidentally in the park across the street I had the opportunity/need to try out the public toilets. These are kiosks scattered around the city. They are most definitely public toilets, but they are clean - an automatic cleaning cycle runs everytime the toilet is used - free, and in this case there when I needed it.

After checking out the wares at the vendor tents in the park - favorites were really cool turned bowls, and intricately carved wooden zipper pulls - we headed into the Ferry Building. We had to cross the trolley lines to get there where we were introduced to a new type of crosswalk sign. Instead of the usual red hand/white walking person this one displays the image of the front of a trolley car so you know that a train is coming. Inside the Ferry Building are several dozen food related shops and a couple of restaurants. There were places specializing in mushrooms, olive oil, organic produce and sweets. We chose a treat from a patisserie which we enjoyed sitting by the water.

View of the Bay Bridge from the Ferry Building.

From there we walked a little further to a pedestrian pier which I wanted to immortalize. I would have loved to get a picture of it completely empty of people, but for that would have taken a lot more paperwork that I was interested in doing. By being patient I was able to get this shot with the people mostly at the far end.

From there we squeezed into a trolley. After a quick stop at Pier 39 for lunch it was off to the Exploratorium, a hands-on science museum. We didn't have a long time for our visit there, but we had a lot of fun with the exhibits. Amy braved the blind maze - you put your hand through a curtain and try to run a finger from one end of the maze to the other without looking. She spent quite a while on it without success. I finally came to her rescue and verbally guided her (not particularly well) to the end. Another favorite was the ice crystal station. This has a piece of glass (might be plastic) and a cooling mechanism. You flood the glass with water to melt any existing ice crystals. Then you wait patiently while looking through polarized magnifying glasses. It's fascinating to watch the crystals grow.

Once we were ushered out of the museum we found out way to a bus stop, not an easy task (we'd hitched a ride there on a tour bus - the tour the previous day was a hop off/hop on one with tickets good for 2 days). Once back near Fishermans Wharf we caught a cable car back to Market Street. By then it was getting both dark and cold so we joined the hoards in the enclosed portion of the car.

We closed out the night with room service and a movie ("Enchanted" - cute and fluffy).