Creating reflections off a white foreground proved harder than I would have expected while I did some product photography for Superpedestrian today. Normally, I do not work on Friday’s, but I was in the area when a request went out for assistance. It does’t take much to get me interested in a photography project.
Boston has been miserably hot all week. Today a new record high was set (98F) and we are on track for the hottest August in history. Humidity is also through the roof so any outdoor activity is guaranteed to produce a sweat. Fortunately, the air conditioning at work is extremely efficient.
Maya moved back into her dormitory on the campus of Olin College yesterday. She and her new roommate Lauren are constructing a loft in their room to create more gathering space in their room. Such construction projects are encouraged at Olin. Jeanine helped the girls with lumber transportation and general nest building. I would have loved to help with this effort but was otherwise tied up at the office with a very busy schedule.
A colleague brought this homemade car to work today. It was built by his father in 1982 with 50-year-old parts from an MGB GT. He will be driving it in the British Reliability Run, a 580-mile road trip to benefit charity. For more information on the Reliability Run, you can go to https://www.ctbrr.org/
The task: Deliver an important set of documents to an office within the tallest building in New England and get a receipt. Simple, right? Not so much!
As I approached Back Bay in my car, traffic was snarled because a movie was being filmed on location a few blocks away. No problem. I found a parking spot on the street and filled the meter with every quarter I could lay my hands on in exchange for a 32 minute reprieve from being towed. I then walked six or seven blocks past the film crew and traffic jam to my destination, pausing for the photo above as I approached. I checked in at the security desk, offered my license as proof of ID, and identified the company I was visiting. Because my name cannot be found on an authorized visitor list, I am denied access to the building. We call up to the office but no one answers. I ask if the security people can deliver the document. Not allowed. I ask if the security people can run up to the office and ask someone to come down. Not allowed. Still no answer on the phone. I then do an internet search on my phone to find the personal phone number of the individual to whom the documents are to be delivered. Success! But not so fast. You want a receipt? “We will prepare one and send someone down right away.” Fast forward 24 minutes; more like, wait for what seems an eternity getting progressively more irritated about being made to wait while my parking meter is ticking down to zero. Finally, an assistant arrives to collect the documents and present me with a receipt. I am as cordial as my elevated blood pressure permits and then pivot for a quick jog back to my car. Time had expired but I was spared the bright orange envelope under my windshield wiper that normally punctuates a story like this.
Last year my over-50 soccer team (formerly my over-40 soccer team) entered a new team in the over-56 league. This required that we start in division two. Last spring we were undefeated, earning us promotion to division one for the fall season which commenced today. This morning we faced Raynham, the division one champions for the last three years running. We managed to beat them in a very close match by a score of 1-0. Because I was out of shape, I was only able to play for 30 minutes but made the best of them. I headed the ball off a corner kick directly at the keeper who could not hang on to it, dropping it right in front of the net. A teammate came rushing in and chested the ball in for the winning goal. My glory was short-lived when I was issued a yellow card for a dangerous play (I tried to get a boot on the ball while the goalie was bobbling it) earning me beer duty for our next match. I think this is only my second card in 37 years. I started the sport as a walk-on to my Union College team, playing JV goalie.
Bocce is the official game of Calabria family reunions. The tradition goes back as far as I can remember. Roughly two decades ago I designed and constructed this bocce ball carrier and am pleased to report it has fared quite well. A recent message from a relative reminded me about this project and I realized I had not taken a picture of it at the time. The pallino was lost some time ago and a golf ball has been substituted. Perhaps a visit to Amazon.com will rectify the situation.
I often make reference to the large field behind our house. There are numerous blog entries with photographs of it taken from that vantage point. Here is an aerial perspective taken with my drone of the field from the opposite end looking back at our home (upper right). Abutting such an open natural space is perhaps my favorite thing about our house and will certainly be a sought-after attribute when we put it on the market next year.
Every day I walk past the Cambridge Community Garden on my way to breakfast and lunch. A tiny patch of land at the corner of Brookline Avenue and Emily Street, it is not exactly photogenic. Even so, I found these sunflowers to be quite beautiful if somewhat common.
Nicolai has been named to the US National Amputee Soccer Team (USNAST) that will represent the United States at the 2018 World Cup tournament to be held in Guadalajara, Mexico later this year. Selections were made by Eric Lamberg, head coach for the US team, after watching players compete at a training camp in Chicago last weekend. This is the third time Nicolai has been named to the US national team and he is training hard for the competition which will start in late October. The US finished 12th at the 2016 World Cup and the squad is hoping to improve on that record this time around.
Link to Concord Journal coverage.
Jeanine and I made a quick run over to Great Meadows for an after-dinner stroll. There she recommended I take this photo which proved to be a wonderful suggestion. There was the slightest hint of autumn in the air and although brief, our walk was pleasantly invigorating.
While on the last 100 yards of my commute this evening I spotted this red tailed hawk and an even more magnificent owl perched on the fence of the horse farm across the street from us. They were competing over a dead carcass in the field. I raced home to grab my telephoto lens and returned only to find the owl no longer there. As much as I had hoped for an image of the owl it is hard to be unhappy with the shot I managed of the hawk. Click for a larger image and check out the talons.
My soccer team participated in a charity tournament this weekend. With the fall season set to begin next weekend, I thought it best to save my knees by sitting this one out. Last night, however, a call went out for more players to make up for those injured yesterday or unable to make the matches today. I was able to join the team for the finals match and got enough minutes to confirm how out of shape I am. Fortunately my knees held out and I made a few nice defensive plays to help my team secure a 1-1 tie which was good enough to win the tournament on points.
Later in the afternoon, Maya, Jeanine, and I attended a summer party for Olin students hosted by the same family which has generously allowed Maya to store her tiny house on their property. Maya enjoyed giving tours of her construction project to her classmates.
I found this little (could fit entirely on the head of a quarter) fellow struggling to traverse the carpet in our living room. How he got inside the house is something of a mystery although at least one house member confessed to have possibly left a door open for an extended period of time. He was extremely dehydrated and so entangled in dog hair that he could barely move. I placed him in a glass, added some water, and carefully used tweezers to remove strand after strand of hair. The procedure took 15 minutes after which I released him on our rear deck. He seemed infinitely happier and was kind enough to pose for me before hopping away.