Walking Through The Night

Sometimes, I actually go outside and do things.  For example, my parents came in for the weekend and so we made like tourists and wandered around the city.  At night.  Which made it ten times more beautiful.

The Incline Lights

Also, it was really windy and really cold.  But what did you expect?  When the Brindleys come, they bring the bad weather with them.
Seriously, look it up.  It's practically an urban legend.

Militants and Mariners

There's a Soldiers and Sailors Memorial right across the street from us, so I went there to take photos with Matt and Angela.  The memorial's a little green oasis in the middle of the city, and I like to just walk around on the mini walls and imagine how awesome it'd be if I could do parkour.  Then Matt told us about trying to parkour and face planting instead, and I decided maybe I'm fine being a normal non-parkourer.  So I took photos instead.

  

The Art of the Artist

When museums are free, I can't not go.  So this weekend, I went with Olivia and Briggs to the Carnegie Museums of Art and Natural History.  Though let's be honest, for all I care it's just the Carnegie Museum of Art.  Natural History? Ain't nobody got time for that.

I brought my camera, but it was a little weird artistically interpreting other people's artistic interpretations.  But this is what I got...

A Cathedral of Another Name

Yesterday, I went with Olivia and Ruhee to the cathedral down the street.  Not the Cathedral of Learning, but an actual cathedral called St. Paul's.  The building is absolutely stunning and incredibly peaceful.  A kind and talkative priest told us a little of the cathedral's history.  The same church, in a different building, used to be in downtown Pittsburgh, at the top of a hill with a road running right in front.  It was a prime location until the city decided that they wanted the road to be flat, and the cathedral was left sitting at least 20 feet higher than the street in front of it.  The Bishop decided that wasn't okay, sued the city for the inconvenience, sold the church for $1.3 mil (in 1900!), and moved to Oakland.

This is where he moved his church to.  Not such a bad place to end up, if you ask me.

The iron decoration on the door fronts.

Lobster Rolls, Hot Dogs, and Chowda

When we first moved to CT, my dad and I took a day trip to the shore and went to Guilford.  Ever since then, I've absolutely adored that little town, with its boutiques, seafood, and literal town square.  The first time I was there, though, the coastline was suffering from the aftermath of a hurricane, and the photos I got were mostly of the destruction.  We took a trip down to the coast again a few days ago, but this time I got some pretty photos instead of sad ones.

Oh, and we ate dinner at a seaside restaurant called Guilford Mooring.  My dad knocked a glass of water over, but besides that it was fabulous.

The Orchard Tree's Broken Mailbox

This week is a special edition of The Vagabond's Camera called "Andrew and Emily Drive Around and Take Random Photos."  It'd be a great movie title, don't ya think?

Here's how it went down: Andrew drove his little CRV and I sat in the passenger seat constantly changing the radio station between country and pop.  Every time I saw something interesting, I'd stop mid-sentence and yell "Tractor!" or "Orchard!"  It was a good time.  There's a few more photos than I normally post; who knew this little town was so photogenic?

It was fun, Lavender Gooms!

Downtown Farm Town

Thanks to Anna and her connection with Ned (the owner of one of The Farmer's Cow farms), I had the wonderful opportunity to take photographs at Mapleleaf Farm this week!  Ned was kind enough to let us two vagabonds wander around and explore, and he even let us near a couple of the tractors.

We rambled from barn to barn, trying to pet the cows and climb the hay bales.  The hay bales gave us no trouble, but I was a little afraid I was going to lose a couple fingers to a cow.  I don't know, do cows bite?  No fingers were lost, though, and I took a crap ton of photos.  191, to be exact.  There was just so much activity, things to see, things to do; and all of it made lovely photographs.  Well, not all of it.  Let's just be grateful cameras don't record smells.

A big thank you to Ned for letting us take photos at his farm!

Life at the Lake

Every summer since I can remember, my family has taken a one week vacation to a lake.  When I was little, we would go primitive camping.  As in, on-an-island-with-nothing-but-a-picnic-table kind of primitive.  This year, it seems we're moving up in the world, and we spent this year's vacation in a lakeside cabin.  That's right, folks, real beds and a real kitchen.  No sleeping bags for us, no sir.

We took our boat like we always have, and I took my camera like I always do.  I love to take photos from the boat while people kneeboard, tube, or ski, but I also have this image in my mind of dropping my camera in the lake and watching little bubbles float up as water seeps in.  I can just imagine trying to turn it on again and seeing the screen all splattered with black just like my first phone was after I dropped it in a snow bank.  But I steeled myself, put my paranoias aside, and this is what I saw...

We also hiked down to an underground waterfall one day.  People actually go spelunking behind these falls.  Maybe next year we'll move far enough up in the world to do that, too.