Author: barryhassphoto

It would be a stretch to say that I play either the guitar or the flute. But I like to noodle around with both. Lately, I’ve had a lot more time for that sort of thing than I usually do.

Like most of the pictures I’ve posted recently, this one was taken a few years ago. I haven’t been to Boston (or anywhere else except the grocery store) for quite a while now. But I’m sure spring arrived on Beacon Street, and elsewhere, as usual this year.

After I took this picture, I showed it to Lynn and said, “I think I just took a picture of us.” She agreed.

Happy Birthday, Sweetie. We make quite a pear.

For musical accompaniment: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbX75DU47Dc

I’ve been reading Chances Are by Richard Russo, which takes place on Martha’s Vineyard, so I’ve had MV on the brain. For those not familiar with the the Vineyard, as most New Englanders refer to it, Gay Head is the name of the multicolored cliffs overlooking Vineyard Sound on the west end of the island.

I took this picture while vacationing in France in 1975. Although separated by 45 years and nearly 4000 miles, this picture and the one I posted last week are remarkably similar in composition. And once I noticed that, I couldn’t stop seeing it – or looking for other picture pairs in my collection. For instance, compare my post from March 29, 2019 (Symmetry) and the one from February 21, 2020 (Boston Waterworks Museum).

No other humans were contacted during the capture or processing of this image at the Hale Reservation in Westwood.

Crazy week, huh? At a time when most of us are even more wrapped up than usual in our human centered existence, it’s nice to know that the rest of the world is carrying on just fine without us. I photographed this Magnolia bud in West Newton Square.

It’s been a dank, dull, gray-brown winter in the ever more densely built up suburban city where I live. Still, patches of woods and scrub lands remain here and there to remind me that nature is always bubbling just below the surface, ready to pop back out at its first opportunity. I shot this at the edge of the school field just behind my house.

This picture was taken from the shoulder of Utah route 128, just outside the eastern boundary of Arches National Park. The road follows the Colorado River through canyons flanked by steep cliffs and boulder fields. On this day, the low winter sun reflecting off the hills and cliff faces seemed to turn the water to flowing gold.