Mike, Nothin’ like a new snow to let you in on the otherwise unseen goings on of one’s “wild” backyard — I’m guessing Felis silvestris catus from back right to front left, with an evidently time-other passage of Sciurus carolinensus middle left to front right. Adam
My Globe hasn’t arrived yet, but I hope The Word takes on commas to give the NYT Online op-ed about the 2nd amendment a seconding motion “HOO-Rah!”. Cuts right through a bunch of hooey nonsense that many in this country take for a convenient truth. Adam
 Here you will find a selection from my camera (some by Bill).
The captain stood there with his arms crossed looking upwards. “Doesn’t look safe. I wouldn’t do it.†His men silently nodded knowing assent; my confident explanations fell on deaf ears. We said a few more words, but I wasn’t inherently their problem — there was no fire, and slowly they drifted away, back to their […]
Maybe because I’d worked there before and had a dim memory for a prompt, or maybe just from a lucidity I could have used a few minutes earlier as foresight, I knew instantly what we’d done. In very tall spaces such as this, smoke detection as part of a fire alarm system usually takes the […]
Many years ago I was privileged to work on relighting The Church of the Covenant on Newbury Street in Boston. It boasts some of Louis Comfort Tiffany’s finest windows, as well as a gorgeous and monumental chandelier, which — if I recall correctly – was his first light fixture. It hangs at the crux of […]
In which Adam runs afoul of Mike’s proclivity for intellectual bigotry A landscape lighting project downtown acquired new dimensions when the building architects (not the landscape architects who got me involved in the first place) became interested in how one might light the building to enhance its features from afar. One of its salient details […]
For Michael. From a story in today’s Boston Globe on the Carpenter Poets of Jamaica Plain – 18 men and one woman — and their weekly Thursday night gathering at Jame’s Gate Restaurant to share words on their craft over beers.  Too Slow for Demolition by William Thibodeau  These days I still do […]
Should you need a lite, trite Christmas post graphic, I offer the attached of our everted “tree”.
Adam All our houses make certain noises uniquely theirs. Over time, we learn some of them; learn they do not herald axe-murderers entering through basement windows or dangerous new species (or ravenous prehistoric creatures) born spontaneously out of forgotten relics in the attic. The occasional branch bouncing off the roof or especially enthusiastic duct cooling […]
Now that your only begotten son has chastised you publicly, seems you might have to work up some creativity for the blog. I’ve little to offer but the below and the attached (more focus failures … ). Now that their kids are going away to college, our across-the-street neighbors have decided that their rather-bigger-than-our-house was […]
I ran the Agassiz with Alan Symonds for some 15 years. In June of this year, on the steps of the Agassiz, he died unexpectedly of a heart attack at 59, and on Monday the 13th (which should sound more ominous than Friday the 13th, if you think about it … ), Harvard held a memorial […]