If you make a lot of pictures, there are always images you want to use, but which find themselves tossed back into the main photo folder after a ‘post project. Here in this “olio folio” are six that I can’t bear to leave in limbo.
Heading south, into Boston, on a sunny afternoon. We didn’t know at the time that it would take an hour to travel the next ten miles.
The median strip, and the verges of our superhighways are great places to see massed color.
Traveling north on Route 28, large sourgrass (Rumex acetosella) colonies are seen in red streaks and swashes. “Sourgrass” was what we called it, back when we were kids. Other common names include Sheep’s Sorrel, Red Sorrel, Sour Weed, and Field Sorrel.
Superhighways. The amount of acreage they occupy is shockingly wasteful, the automobile culture that occupies them is a cancer on the planet. But I have a confession. I confess that I find beauty in the curves of superhighways.
A procession of reflective-striped orange traffic control barrels echo the highway’s sweeping curves while they ease traffic into a single lane. .
There are places around Boston that have “HOV” (High Occupancy Vehicle) lanes.
The local name is so much better.
The “local name” for this roadway feature is the “zipper lane”. Twice a day this machine travels slantwise, from one garage to the other, as it opens and closes the zipper.
Will I always be fascinated by machines?
The other day a street sweeper came up and down a nearby road. I had to come out, watch, and take photos. Rube Goldberg surely would have loved these improbable machines, with their wires, pulleys, drive belts, hydraulic arms, hoses and spinning brushes. And all that interconnectedness, riding underneath a giant vacuum cleaner? What’s not to like?
After assembling what I thought was a random olio, a review of the images was surprising, for it turned out that there was something all the pictures had in common.
Time to go back inside. But not without the “Self-portrait of the Photographer, Returning Home”.