Revere Beach Bandstand

Last summer, I made my first trip to Revere Beach, five miles north of Boston. It seems odd that it took so long for me to go there, but I was born in Dorchester which is to the south. Growing up, we went to beaches in South Boston or along the South Shore and Cape Cod. It found it impressive that the old style pavilion and bandstand remain. I made a mental note to come back here for an early morning photo shoot.


Drill Rig

In rural areas like ours, there is no town water. Everyone has a well, including restaurants and businesses. Skilling & Sons is the big well drilling and maintenance company in our area. They’ve serviced our pump and equipment over the years. A while back, they put this old antique drill rig at the front of their property with a Skillings and Sons logo newly painted on. Clearly, from the way it is braced, it has structural issues and won’t be running again. But it is cool to look at it.

Dublin Antique Market

Last weekend, we visited the Dublin Antique Market. This is a weekend-long event held in a field in Dublin, NH (not Ireland). It was a good sized show with a lot of interesting and fun things that seemed to be at the right price. I managed to pick up a couple of things, including an old Kodak Brownie box camera as a gift for a friend.

Country Sunrise

Last week, I mentioned that our town is home to an art institute sited on a former ski hill. Today, I awoke just before dawn, drove to the institute, and hiked to the top of the old ski slope. It was a hazy sunrise. These were two of my favorite images. One shows the sunrise behind a rather odd little cairn. The other shows the sunrise through some scenery. It was a good day today. I made images in two locations this morning and had another photo shoot later in the day. It’s nice to be building my inventory of images again.

The Happy Place

Have you heard of The Happy Place? I had not. One night, I got a text saying”Do you want to go to the happy place?” My first thought was that it was inappropriate spam, but then I realized my sister had sent it.

The Happy Place is a pop-up attraction consisting of a series of”sets” that you move through to play in and take pics. The sets are well lit, so it’s hard to get a bad photo. It’s been dubbed “the most Instagrammable pop-up in America,” by Boston magazine. So far it’s visited cities including LA, Toronto, and Chicago. A number of A-list celebrities have posted on social media about it, making it a must-see for many people.

We went late-morning on a Saturday with my sister, her husband, and their daughter. It was a lot of fun. We spent an hour there and could easily have spent more time. They offered us snack food, but we passed because we were planning to go for lunch afterward. We made some really nice and fun images. There were a few other families there and also a couple of college-age young ladies who dressed and planned for a serious photo shoot. On weekends, it’s $35 for an adult and $25 for a child but they control the number of people entering the venue (or at least they seemed to when we were there). My fear was Dinsey-like lines at each set but we seldom needed to wait and if we did it was less than two minutes. It is well staffed to provide you with assistance in getting the perfect shot and to help you enjoy your experience.

It is in Boston until June 30th and then I’m not sure what’s next. And yes, I had fun in the tub with all of the rubber ducks.

Iron Melt Part II

In yesterday’s post, I shared how we began the process by carving our design into blocks of sand using a large nail or spike. These became the molds. Once they were all finished and lined up on the ground a group of five men began the process of making molten iron. Initially, I thought they had been melting the iron all along. I thought it would take a long time. Wrong.

They had a furnace heated and ready. Once in their protective gear, they used a larger blower to add more air to the furnace and also added coke (not the drink but charcoaled coal). Once the furnace was hot enough they began to add scrap iron. Think old bathtubs, which are iron covered with enamel. Once the iron was melted, they poured it out through a spigot and into big, heavy ladles. The workers then poured the molten iron from the ladle into the molds. It quickly became solid but a very hot solid. Using shovels and other tools, they broke the iron pieced from the mold and put them into a tub of water to cool. Once cool, they used grinders to remove the rough edges. Almost everyone there stayed to see everyone else’s finished piece.

Photo credit to my wife for the photo of me.