I just got a copy of the newly published book Velo : Bicycle Culture and Design. Some of my photographs from the 2009 North American Cyclo Courier Championships were selected to be published.
I never knew him and my Papa didn't know him, but I think about him every Memorial Day.
He was shot down over Germany towards the end of the war.
I love the real Bomber Jacket and goggles.
With Granma Dot before he left.
This was a picture of him when he was a little younger.
I snagged all of these shots of pictures out of my Dads photo album during a visit in 2006.
My Granpa with my Granma Dot.
Got the Hipsatamatic app for my iTelephone the other day.
Real fun. You can "change" your "lense" and your "film". I know it isn't really changing any of these things but the effects are pretty rad.
The iTelephone also does all sorts of crazy things anytime there is movement... such as the extra long fingers (above).
Anyway, it's fun and easily posts the pictures to any of your social media outlets.
View from Columbus Ave.
From the Victory Gardens in the Fens.
Boston side of Mass ave bridge.
Cambridge side of Mass ave. bridge.
The yacht club on Memorial Drive.
Just before the Salt and Pepper bridge.
Just after the Salt and Pepper bridge.
From the above picture to the one below the Prudential disappears behind Beacon Hill and downtown.... not to return until we hit Southie.
From the Harbor Walk along the channel in Fort Point.
Over the bridge and into Boston's South End.
From Shawmut Ave. in the South End.
Epic walk: 12 miles.
Ahh... the Galway House. A classic Jamaica Plain casual and relaxing dining experience. One look around and you can be sure that you won't leave anything other than stuffed, albeit at a reasonable price.
As you would expect from such a classic place, the tables are all decorated with the basics...
The utensils are sturdy, clean and still warm (and wet) from the dishwasher.
A basket of bread and butter is slapped down first thing.
Room temperature bread and soft butter, truly an epic combination.
The Chicken Sandwich, loaded with cheese, bacon and all the fixin's... oh, and a couple of fries.
And, Oh My God, I don't even want to say it! The Italian, toasted with mayo and hots... and onion rings... the best.
Every meal comes with an apple, making it healthy.
Brutal carnage.
No room for the apples, guess we'll have to bring them home to rot in the pantry.
The bathrooms were clean, yet smelled strongly of the chemical color BLUE. Chothen.
