Rhode Island Wreckage

We had a long road ahead of us on our trip home from Boston. One which included a lunch stop for oysters and lobster at Moorings in Newport. There weren’t going to be many opportunities to stop and indulge myself taking pictures of the overwhelming amount of visual stimulation we were viewing along the way. I knew this full well and held my tongue as we passed the countless farmhouses and deteriorating structures that highlight our chosen stretch of road. The conversation quickly turned to my wife’s favorite subject, (aside from food) photography. I began to spin my sob story about how much of the things I love to shoot are becoming harder and harder to access due to the continuous whitewashing and franchising of so much of the things unique, gritty and dirty.

Just as I headed into mid rant, I hit the brakes suddenly  and swung the car into reverse. There it was, my personal playground. I paused for a few seconds. Used my peripherals to spy any local authorities of black ops before leaping from the car with my camera. Knowing full well what had just happened she shouted “Be careful.” So while she waited in the car keeping a watchful eye for the law. I sorted through the wreckage and refuse of what used to be an automotive repair shop. From my childhood days of scavenging the numerous junk yards behind Shea Stadium to my current hunting trips for all things left behind. I’m drawn to these stark treasures. Got junk?

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Christmas in Boston

With all the places I’ve traveled in my life. It’s nearly impossible to imagine I’ve never found myself in Boston. Being that I am a complete and total history nerd and my earliest memories of my favorite sport involve greats like Carlton Fisk, Carl Yastrzemski (Had to look up the spelling on that one.) Jim Rice and Fred Lynn. It’s downright unfathomable. Many is the time I’ve talked about making the trip. Every Spring I find myself dreaming of the day I take a trip to Fenway and just randomly strike up a friendship with Luis Tiant (“El Tiante”) The years pass. The decades fade. And still, Boston eluded my traveling plans. That was until this year.

As December approached, my wife and me decided to once again forgo the timeless tradition of sitting around my Dad’s house watching Football and wondering if my Father would put some pants on before the Turkey and stuffing hit the table. As much as I love my Pop and our extended family. The thought of exchanging gift cards of equal amounts has soured on me. Last years holiday trip to Japan was a life changer. The year before we celebrated the holidays with a fantastic meal in Harlem. One more day of the year away from the Christmas tree and gift card giving wasn’t going to get us  excommunicated from the family.                             (Actually, papers have been filed in family court.) So we booked our hotel, researched the can’t miss spots, packed the layers and gassed up the Mini Cooper. While there, it rained, snowed and never got above 30 degrees celsius. Despite natures gift to the travelers, we had an amazing time. Before we even packed our bags to leave. We were talking about returning to in the Spring and exploring more of what the city had to offer. I’m very happy to have had the chance to visit a city with so much history and character. Below are a few pics I snapped along the way. Enjoy.

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