I’m not someone you will often find at a college football game, but I got free tickets from work (full disclosure: my employer has a football team) and my son enjoys going to sporting events of any kind. So on September 26, Peter & I made our way to Harvard Stadium to see the Crimson take on Brown. A few years back, we saw Harvard run up the score in a torrential downpour against Holy Cross. For this game, the weather was crisp and clear, a perfect autumn night, but Harvard still ran up the score.
I may not be a big fan of football, but I love historic sporting venues and seeing a game in Harvard Stadium is a treat (when it’s not raining). It was also nice to be there when a lot of other fans were present for the atmosphere, including a large number of students who we first saw having a rowdy tailgate in the parking area. Unfortunately, with the score 37-0 at halftime, most of the other spectators departed, making it feel very lonely in the cavernous stadium. After the game, kids were invited on the field and Peter got autographs from a couple of Harvard players which was pretty cool.
Maybe I’ll do this again in another three years.
Refs in the zone.
Peter tries to identify the players.
Harvard defense prevents Brown from scoring.
The band’s half time show was full of painfully bad jokes.
No Brown players will be going in here.
Soldiers Field panorama
The Harvard dance squad does a quick show between quarters.
Peter in the end zone
The bass drum is running for president.
On a gorgeous Sunday afternoon in Boston, my family and I visited the Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy Greenway to experience the monumental work of art As If It Were Already Here by Janet Echelman. At first it felt underwhelming, pretty, but smaller than expected. But as I walked under and around the sculpture I couldn’t help but notice how it interacts with sun and sky, buildings and trees, always changing even with a small change of perspective. So I took a ton of pictures. You can see them below, but definitely check it out in person.
Hey, look at that big net in the sky.
Punch a hole in the sky
A smaller net, full of kids.
I made another first time in a long time visit to a Boston institution with a day out at the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum. Unlike the Museum of Fine Arts, there is only one work of art at the Gardner Museum, a collaboration of Mrs. Gardner and thousands of painters, sculptors, designers, architects, and gardeners. This was my first visit since the opening of the new Renzo Piano wing, which is impressive, but seems mostly a utilitarian annex to the historic museum. It was also the first time I’ve been to the museum since photography is allowed, although only of the courtyard on the main level. Plenty of scofflaws took photos from the upper levels too, but were only stopped by the guards when using flash. I followed Mrs. Gardner’s preference of immersing myself in the art and beauty.
Lemon tree in the greenhouse
Two paths diverge in the Monk’s Garden
Here, photographs are encouraged
The central courtyard
Odysseus peers into the courtyard
Steel supported glass roof, a modern innovation for the classic museum
The goddess Persephone welcomes school groups
The headless Peplophorus
Shadows and light
Mrs. Gardner used to sit on this throne
The Gardner changes with the daylight
No more pictures!
French poetry in the men’s room? Why not?
The historical museum
Peeking back into the garden
A massive tree rises over the wall
The front of Mrs. Gardner’s Palace.
On our last day in New York, we visited the Wildlife Conservation Society’s Bronx Zoo. This was a second visit for Peter, a couple of dozen visits for me, and countless more for my mother. In short, the zoo is a place we all love. Highlights include seeing baboons and ibex on hillside, sunning lions and giraffes, baby gorillas galore, and the flitter-flutter of the butterfly garden.
Baby baboon and mother
Baby baboon in action!
A highlight of any visit to New York is to stroll across the famed suspension bridge to Brooklyn. I did this for the first time as a child over 30 years ago when the bridge was mobbed with people heading to an Irish festival in Brooklyn. I’ve been back a half-dozen times since and generally it’s been serene. But on this occasion, the first time for my son, it was as crowded as my first time even though there seemed to be no special event.
Bridge cables and soaring towers
Toy cars for sale. Selfie sticks were also a popular item sold and used on the bridge.
The love locks trend has caught on big on Brooklyn Bridge
A gazillion people crossing the bridge at once, give or take a zill.
A snow mound in front of my place of work has become a gathering place for at least five rabbits (there could be more but rabbits can’t count beyond four).
For Father’s Day this year, we once again visited one of the most beautiful places on earth, Wachusett Meadow Wildlife Sanctuary in Princeton, MA. I guess it’s a tradition now.
Frog on a log. Far fewer than we saw last year.
We had no idea what these red bumps were so we showed this picture to the naturalist. He believes it’s the remains of a slime mold.
Looking out over the Beaver Pond.
Daisy in the meadow.
The Meadow changes with every step as the contours shift with a new perspective.
Purple flowers (I’m an archivist, not a botanist, all right!)
The stone wall, a New England tradition.
Frog on a lily pad.
Previously: Photopost: Wachusett Meadow (2012)