“charles olson and vincent ferrini fire their poetry pistols in a duel at niles beach”
Erik Lomen’s mural depicts musician Willie Alexander’s dream of Gloucester poets Charles Olson and Vincent Ferrini “shooting poems and words like bullets at one another on a beach.”
The mural also includes an outline of Gloucester Harbor between the poets, and a diagram of a letterpress machine that Vincent Ferrini donated to Montserrat College of Art.
The mural is located on 301 Cabot Street, Beverly, Massachusetts, by the delivery entrance on Charnock Street, facing the parking lot of the Beverly Animal Hospital.
See Olson Ferrini Mural on the artist’s website
Claflin-Richards House, also known as the Claflin-Gerrish-Richards House, circa 1690, now part of the Wenham Museum
It finally looks like winter here! It was a steady, gentle snowfall, more decorative than disruptive. A good day to be outside taking pictures!
We still haven’t had any snow worth mentioning — I haven’t had to break out the shovel yet. But it’s definitely winter!
265 Cabot Street
An early snowstorm struck the Northeast yesterday — it hit here in late in the day and lasted into the evening. I was fortunate to lose electricity only briefly, and to have no damage. Just a few inches of snow on the ground when I got up this morning — other parts of the Massachusetts got a lot more snow and even here many people are still without power.
I love neon signs, bulb signs and arrow signs, so I really love the Salem Willows Arcade sign, which is all three.
Salem Willows is an old-fashioned place, a seaside park that dates back to 1858 and a popular site for shady picnics under 200-year-old willow trees, with a small beach, fishing, an arcade and great popcorn!
May is here, and it was a beautiful day to get outside and take some photographs! Here’s the beautiful Peabody Institute Library of Danvers, Massachusetts, seen through spring blossoms.
Rowe Quarry was on the Malden-Revere line, about ten miles north of Boston, just off Route 1 and visible from the highway. For many years, it caught my attention every time I drove by. I grew especially fond of it during the four years that I worked in Revere and drove this route to work every day. I loved the weathered wood, the wonderful angles, and the rocky cliffs surrounding it. I developed had a vague sort of ambition to draw, paint or photograph the site, an odd ambition for me since I can’t draw nor paint, and, in those days, I never took anything but family snapshots.
When I got my first digital camera ten years ago, I drove past this site occasionally and thought I ought to stop sometime and take a picture, but either I didn’t have the camera with me or I was in a hurry or both. One Saturday morning, I finally made a special trip down and took two pictures. I was pretty pleased with myself, and thought I’d take many more. I imagined myself taking pictures of the quarry in different seasons, in different weather, from different angles. It would be my special thing. Rowe Quarry and me! We’d would be like Rouen Cathedral and Monet!
Just a silly, secret daydream. I was unaware at the time that this rock crusher was soon to be torn down, and that the site would be redeveloped as Overlook Ridge. Nor was I aware of the environmental contamination issues present at the site, although now I wonder how I missed all the local news coverage. I was shocked shortly thereafter, when I drove by and it was just all gone.
I still drive up Route 1 frequently, and I still look over to the right at the Revere-Malden line, half expecting to see this old familiar site. I’m still disappointed every time. I miss it. I’m glad, though, that I took two photographs before it was gone. I’m pleased that they get a slow but steady stream of viewers. Nearly all coming from Google searches, so I know that there are some other people out there who miss it, too.
Day 16: January 16, 2010
I love neon signs that have big round letter O’s.
100 River Street
Day 2: January 2, 2010
Today was a great day for taking pictures — there was enough snow to be interesting, but not enough to make driving difficult. I always think snow is a good excuse for taking new pictures of places I’ve photographed before. I lived in this neighborhood when I was in my early twenties, and I used to spend a lot of time alone in the Broad Street Cemetery across the street, studying the old gravestones. I used to stop and look at the Pickering House every time I passed by, and try to imagine living there, wearing a long, rustling dress, carrying a candle through the halls and being named Charity or Hepzibah.