The corner of Allen and Elmwood on a very cold night. I was on my way home from the community center after a steam and swim. The air on my face was cold–really cold–and my fingers were freezing (I really need to get better gloves). I was feeling slightly stressed because of the self-inflicted nonsense that is often happening in my head. And I looked up and saw that full moon directly above. How could I not snap its picture. Anyhow, I thought I’d share.
On the bike…A gym bag containing wet clothes. A large plastic box containing groceries, sundries, and red wine. Sixteen 2x4s.
The view…From Elmwood Avenue looking towards Buffalo’s West Side at sunset.
So a couple things. Firstly, as I’ve mentioned in previous posts, Western New York has been experiencing an incredibly beautiful autumn. Each day is nicer than the next. And the evening’s skies are simply spectacular. Because it has been getting dark earlier, as I leave the health club in the evening it is just before dusk, which is my favorite part of the day for light. And each night when I leave I am not sure what to expect. Tonight when I looked south and east the sky was both pink and blue and looking west it was blue in some points but at others a burnt orange. Incredible. At one point, while I was waiting at a traffic signal it was almost too overwhelming for me…tears literally welled in my eyes (no kidding). This is also the time of year that crows begin to take over the city. It’s an incredible sight. So at one point I coasted into a parking lot to watch them fly from the roof of church and adjoining buildings to tree tops and back again. Crows of course remember faces, and I wondered if they remembered mine from last year when I took their photos (I hope they thought I was friendly). Anyhow here’s a few pictures from my short ride home this evening. Click any for a larger view.
Pinkish-orange sky. This was the view in front of me as I rode home this evening. Lovely autumn weather. Beautiful.
H.H. Richardson Complex, or more commonly known as the old section of the Buffalo Psychiatric Center. Straight out of an Alfred Hitchcock movie, right? It’s actually not as creepy looking in real life…more impressive than creepy (ok, at night it still is pretty creepy). After years of vacancy and neglect it’s finally being refurbished again (possibly as a hotel). The newly renovated grounds are lovely. Anyhow, as I rode past it tonight the lighting was just right so I had to take a few photos. Click either for a slightly larger view.
Another incredibly beautiful evening to be on a bike. It was crazy busy today at work facing the stove so it felt especially good to be out in the open air. These photos are in chronological order from top to bottom; I shot them about 15 minutes apart. The above one is facing east and the two below face west as the sun set. Evenings like these really inspire me…
It’s incredible to think that these two photos were taken a mere 11 hours apart and on the same day. It was/is a beautiful autumn day. The above photo was taken on my very short commute to work at about 8am and the below photo was taken from my front porch about 7pm. I just thought I’d share…
I’m not sure what area of the world you are reading this but in Western New York it has been hot and humid this past week. In a word…balmy. I actually have the weekend off of work but have been doing some rehab on my house and spent the better part of the day yesterday and today squatting on rafters next to an uninsulated roof. It was, to say the least, very sauna-like temperatures (only a lot dirtier). Anyhow, this evening it cooled a bit and I felt I needed to get out and get some air. So I went for a short walk around my neighborhood, snapped a few photos, and then stopped for a couple beers in an air conditioned bar. I used a long shutter speed for these photos and it enhanced the red-orange hue of the night-time lighting, which I thought captured the balminess well. Click any photo for a slightly larger view.
Just one photo. That is all. I rode to the waterfront this evening. It was cool, windy, and sort of blustery. Almost autumnal. I really enjoyed it. I ordered a beer and snapped a few photos while I watched the evening clouds roll in. This photo is my favorite. Buffalo Harbor. Click it for a larger view. And thank you, by the way, for your continued support in visiting and commenting. Peace.
To be closer to God, be closer to people.
This evening’s weather was almost autumnal…cool, windy, and large rolling clouds. And for whatever reason, I found myself somewhat stressed today (yes, even on my day off that crazy mind of mine never stops reeling). Stress, for me, often morphs into depression or at least a case of melancholia, which is how I felt earlier. So as a remedy I thought I’d ride down to the waterfront and take a few photos, both of which–photography and physical exercise–are often good remedies for this. Once there, I purchased a beer and set up my tripod at water’s edge; the day’s light was just beginning to fade. It was not crowded as it often is, likely because of the weather. And I’m not sure what it is about a guy with a camera, and specifically a guy with a camera on a tripod, that makes people talk to him, but it happens all the time to me. Anyhow my point is during the hour or hour-and-a-half that I spent down there sipping beer and taking photos numerous people came up and talked with me, a few at length. And it felt good, that’s the only way to explain it. Maybe it was the awesomeness of the weather conditions in front of us, maybe not, but I felt a deep connection to each soul to which I interacted…complete strangers discussing commonplace things. Anyhow, it was this connection I believe that really changed my mood…shifted it. We are all in fact–I also believe–angels in the midst of this thing we call life. And now is the time that we happen to be on this planet. We should make the best of the time we have…
If you’ve been to this blog before you know that I am typing from Buffalo, NY. And sometimes I forget that there is an international border and another country in my backyard (the awesome country of Canada). A mere eight minute bike ride from my house brings me to Broderick Park, which leads to Bird Island Pier (a slim walkway–a break wall–that separates the very beginnings of the Erie Canal with the Niagara River at the mouth of Lake Erie (click here to see how the pier’s thin line juts out into the lake, and here to see a photo of it). I hadn’t been down there in a while, and when I arrived I questioned why it had been so long. Anyhow, I had it in my head to take a few photos of the Peace Bridge at dusk so I pedaled down. And as I pedaled and coasted down the pier (which was largely deserted because it being evening) I was struck by it’s beauty. But then, to my dismay, as I approached the undercarriage of the bridge I could see that there was a chain-link fence blocking further passage because of repairs (the entire length of the pier is at least a mile into the water). You can see the distance in the photos…the top photo I was at the far end of the pier (the restricted section), whereas the below photos I was just beneath the bridge. Anyhow, as I was standing there slightly saddened because I couldn’t (or at least thought I couldn’t) travel any further down the pier I saw someone approaching on a bicycle, and I could see they had fishing gear attached to their bike. It was a Burmese man about my age (Buffalo has a rather substantial Burmese population). We chatted a bit; he saw my camera gear and I noticed his fishing gear. I told him how I wanted to go to the end of the pier to take photos. No problem, he said, that’s where I fish for night swimmers; some fish only come out at night, he added. He then showed me (and helped me) to hold my bike at a horizontal angle to fit between the railings of the pier, and “walk it” along the stones (which was a rather steep embankment) for about 50 feet, and then repeat the procedure to re-enter the pier. We walked along the canal side, which I’m sure was a steep drop off in the water, and at one point as we were walking he turns to me and says, don’t drop your bike, you won’t get it back. After we reestablished ourselves on the “forbidden side” of the pier he pedaled off while I set up my tripod; I never saw him again. It was so tranquil. On my way back I saw two cranes and many dozen geese (who nearly refused to get out of my path). I have to say I was a bit worried about lifting my somewhat heavy cargo bike through the railing by myself but I managed (I had the Cargo-T, not the Yuba). I shot a couple dozen photos as I watched the sun set on the river while I wondered why I didn’t come here more often. Click any photo for a larger view.
I can’t remember which book it was by Ernest Hemingway–either The Sun also Rises or A Moveable Feast–where he was sitting in a cafe enjoying the evening, then looked at a companion for a few minutes, and when he looked up again he said everything had changed (I’m totally paraphrasing, of course), that the light had changed and that he had “missed it.” That magical moment when the light changes from day to night but there is still light in the sky just after the sun sets. The Blue Hour, that’s what it is called, and rightly so. There is about a 20 minute window in which to capture this natural light, and depending on the time of the year it of course changes. There are times–like tonight, for example–when I find myself pedaling like a madman trying to get to my destination for this light. I had stopped for a couple beers on this lovely evening and had a camera with me. And as I sat there at the bar sipping my beer the light shifted and rested on the buildings across the street. It looked beautiful, I thought to myself..and if I wanted to capture it I had to do so now. So that’s what I did. I drank the remaining beer in my glass in one quick chug and headed off. And it’s interesting–being on a bike and taking photos–because the entire thing just seems so fluid to me…sort of an extension of myself. Organic in the true sense of the word. I had a rather stressful day facing the stove today but doing this relaxes me; it’s almost meditative. Anyhow, if you are from Western New York you’ll likely recognize these locations, but if not they are from top to bottom…Albright Knox Art Gallery, Hoyt Lake at Delaware Park, Karpeles Manuscript Museum, and the Richardson Towers. All of these were shot within a half-hour time frame; click for a larger view. To see others similar to this click here or here.
I of course do not know what part of the globe you are viewing this page from, but locally today (and yesterday and tomorrow) it was and will be hot and humid…really humid. Even the simplest actions caused incredible perspiration. The reason I mention this is that as the sun began to set I went for a ride to the waterfront with a camera and it felt so good to feel the breeze from first the motion of the bike and then that off the water (I also had a cold beer which wasn’t too bad either). Anyhow, these are all from Buffalo’s beautiful waterfront. I was standing at an interesting point where the Niagara River, Lake Erie, the Buffalo River, and the Erie Canal all meet. In the two sunset photos (above and second from the bottom) Canada in the distance.
If you’ve been to this blog before then you know a few things about me. One is that I live in Buffalo, New York, and another is that I reside in Allentown, which feels–to me–like a village within the city. You also likely know that I really enjoy my neighborhood. Often eclectic, somewhat grimy at times, always interesting, some have compared it to Buffalo’s version of Greenwich Village (ok, a really small version of it). At any rate, I left work this evening after facing a stove for most of the day and found it was a beautiful evening. Not wanting to go straight home (the cool air felt so good), and having my camera with me, I snapped a few shots of my neighborhood.
These are two photos of Allen Street, very close to whee I live. I had gone for the short walk in the cold, wet, wind and had a camera with me and snapped a couple photos. What is interesting, I think, are the colors. I’ve often said on this blog–and many of my photos reflect this–that my two favorite times of the day are dusk and dawn (but I’m rarely out of the house to shoot photos at dawn). I’ve always found this time magical, but as a photographer it is even more so. The light is just right; not too dark, the colors spring forth, and (usually) it is still light enough to hold a camera by hand. And interestingly, I just recently found out that there is an actual name for this…the blue hour, or l’heure bleue. It is an accurate description given the soft blue hue these times offer. Anyhow, I just thought I’d share this.