It was a wonderful day of sun and wind, I had the opportunity to make great shots from Empire State Building with truly exceptional visibility conditions.
The excavation for this famous site in New York began Jan. 22, 1930, construction began symbolically on the day of St. Patrick. The project involved 3,400 workers, mostly immigrants arrived in New York from Europe, along with hundreds of Mohawk Indian workers, many from the Kahnawake reserve near Montreal.
According to official reports only five workers died during the construction, it is hard to really believe it.
I can not believe I’m again in New York, my first trip was in 1991 just for a couple of weeks, now it is 2010.
Many things have happened since then, nineteen years ago seems like yesterday, probably the truth is that I can not believe that this long time has passed.
During my trip to Boston and New England I could not miss a short trip of three days in New York.
This time I got a train for Portland, the main city in the state of Maine, and I’m again on the train, another trip from Boston, another day purposely away from her, the girl I had come here to find.
I was interested to visit some lighthouses, but stubborn in my wanting to walk, I walked for miles before finding what I was looking at Portland.
However, it was a good day, no rain and a good light, a light window in a heavy rain week.
I walked for miles here, amazing, as usual, I took my train to Boston and once at the station Plymouth there was not a single indication on how to reach the main place of interest, a bus stop, or someone to ask.
I walked along the beach, a nice ride, nice shot and I finally arrived in the city center which of course I disappointed me because everything has been rebuilt and nothing is original: a reconstruction of houses and a reconstruction of the boat of the Mayflower Pilgrims.
I was at Salem in a day of terrible rain, certainly not ideal for taking good photos. Salem is now a tourist attraction and I went there not expecting anything special.
The whole city is a place to spend few dollars and make time pass for tourists who have nothing better to do. Nothing is real, just a collection of gadgets and shops for witches and similar. Basically it’s like a Disneyland for witches and fans of the genre. It was very difficult to get some good photos with the rain and the lack of really interesting subjects, but my wide angle lenses have given me a hand.
After Gloucester, during the same day, I was able to visit Rockport, another small fishing village not far away. Despite the nightmare of the rainy weather, even though I was soaked and worried for my Canon I took a train to get there, Rockport.
I must say that it was worth, it was definitely better than Gloucester, Rockport is tourist place for the wealthy who own a cottage on the rocks of the ocean, a beautiful place. But it was not always so, at the beginning of the nineteenth century, in fact, the Rockport granite was shipped to cities and towns throughout the East Coast of the United States.
My days in Boston were pretty strange, I had some difficulties with my Thai girl, the weather was terrible also, once again, but I was determined to catch my train for Gloucester going to reflect on the shores of the ocean.
The camera followed me as always, of course, but it was really hard to keep it decently dry in the rain. Anyway, some beautiful pictures of Gloucester popped up.
Beacon Hill is a historic neighborhood of Boston, Massachusetts, that along with the neighboring Back Bay is home to about 26,000 people.
The first European settler in Beacon Hill was William Blaxton that in 1625 he built a house and its garden on the south side of Beacon Hill. In 1630, Boston was settled by the Massachusetts Bay Company and the south-west has been used for military exercises and for grazing cattle. In 1634 a lighthouse was established on the top of the hill.
Like many places similarly named, the neighborhood is called Beacon Hill because the position of a beacon on top of the highest point in the center of Boston.
The lighthouse was used to warn residents of an invasion.
Founded in 1660, located on Tremont Street, Boston’s Granary cemetery of Boston is the third oldest cemetery in the United States.
It’s the last resting place for many patriots and leaders of the American Revolution, including three signers of the Declaration of Independence and five victims of the Boston Massacre. Really a place not only sacred, but symbolic and famous.
The need of the site derived, as often happens, by the fact that the land used for the first cemetery in the city, King’s Chapel, was insufficient to meet the growing population of the city.
I went to Orient Heights beach, one of the beaches of Boston, with my Thai girl to spend the afternoon, there was a beautiful sunny weather, but with a cold wind.
We had a great time, she was looking for some shells to gather around and I do some photos. Perhaps one of the best moments of the whole trip.
It’s remarkable how Boston has to offer so many things to do.
The whale watching is the practice of observing whales and other cetaceans in their natural habitat, I was very curious and interested in this experience.
During my trip for sure I could not miss the chance to see whales along the coast of Boston, in fact it was one of the main reasons for the choice of the city.
It was my first experience of this kind and despite strong light, the direction of the sun wrong, the huge 300 mm mounted on the camera, the movement of the boat, the dolphins and whales that swam everywhere, I managed to take some decent pictures.
Boston is the capital and largest city of Massachusetts, one of the oldest cities in the United States, and the unofficial “Capital of New England”.
The city is also the center of a large metropolitan area called “Greater Boston” home to 4.5 million people.
I spent three weeks there visiting my Asian girl who was there for her studies, and I have to say that it is definitely a beautiful city full of young students, a beautiful place to live. Boston was founded in 1630 A.D. by Puritan colonists came from England.