The Howard Street Bridge over the Jones Falls Expressway (I-83). Like any older big city Baltimore has a huge conglomeration of various types of bridges built in diferant eras. Usually I speed under this one, giving it barely a nod as a notice. This moring it glowed as if goldern in the beautiful light of the morning sunrise.
Go here for more information on Baltimore area bridges.

06.07.05
I admit, I am a bit of a nature junkie. I love the natural patterns of growing twisted intertwined things. This vine is growing up one of the trees in the yard where I have an apartment. I think the vine is really kind of bad for the tree, it seems to be slowly choking the life out of it. But the vine itself is very healthy and provides its own kind of green canopy.

06.06.05
"Mom, this is sooooo boring!"
Schools let out early for the day - it was too hot. I still had to finish giving King Kong a manicure, so Fuzzhead came to the prop shop with me. Most kids on the planet would have killed to be sitting in King Kong's hand munching cheese curls and sipping a cool soda, but not my son. Lol - go figure.

06.04.05
My son and I went to the inner harbor for an afternoon of fun. We rented a paddle boat, strolled in and out of the trendy over priced stores, ate ice cream and generally behaved live tourists. Every now and then that is kind of fun. When I first moved here, I went to the harbor almost every weekend, now it is a rare occasion. Fuzzhead made me promise we will go more often.

06.03.05
Another one of my photos of organic textures. This one is of part of the side entrance steps to the building where I live. It is very relaxing here. I live in a very small third floor walk-up apartment in half an attic of an old Victorian house. The best part is the house sits on a large lot, an acre or more, and there are several large trees including a maple with large sweeping limbs. It is set back from the street. So while not perfect, (basic utilities are an issue), it is affordable, in a good school zone, and like living in a mini park.

05.31.05
One of my favorite spots along the Jones Falls. Quite and still, (and coffee is a mere few yards away). The wall is actually along side of the road and shows a centuries worth of flooding scars on its face. It is old and weathered, yet elegant in its years. There is an inner reflective solitude born out of the urban chaos surrounding it which I appreciate.

05.31.05
Crumbling stone wall along the Jones Falls at Mt. Washington Mill.
Ok, it is wall of an urban stream, in a couple centuries old factory / mill area that has been re-purposed into high-end shops and trendy upper class stores. But it is down the hill from where I live and the only two businesses I frequent here are a commercial chain coffee shop and local ice cream shop. That is the down side. The positive is that my young son and I can go for an after school / after work snack and take a stroll along what has become a urban nature path. He notices how things are growing and changing, chucks a few pebbles in the stream, watches the ducks and is awed by the great blue heron that sometimes walks along with him. So while cars and a parking lot are mere yards away, it is kind of our escape, our place to have a mom & son talk, and place just to stroll away the afternoon as it dwindles to twilight. While not perfect, I'll take.

05.31.05
Graffiti in Mt. Washington Mill. This is actually rather unusual here. While the city itself is buried under a scrawl of unimaginative sprayed tags, the Mt. Washington / Roland Park areas are blissful little upper middle class enclaves where reality seldom applies. Everyone here is perceived as well off, married to a perfect spouse, having amazing children and a storybook life. While the truth and reality are quite different, most do seem to play along on some level. It was kind of nice to see this mark of reality intrude, if only for a week. I was really drawn to this shot the by the levels of contrast. The red & green, the crumbling wall and new grass, and the overtly crass wake-up call in an otherwise serene view.

05.31.05
Memorial Day Weekend. What would be the start of summer without ice cream? This place is in Mt. Washington Mill where we go for coffee and walks along the stream. For weeks Fuzzhead has waited for it to open. Sylvan Beach makes their own wonderful ice cream and profits go to a good cause. All the more reason to indulge in a cup of sweet goo sitting on their porch. Look them up here www.sylvanbeachfoundation.org for more info.

05.28.05
My attempt at gardening. My entire adult life I have lived in a series of apartments. Oh how my green-thumb itches for a real garden. Instead, I always have a movable garden in an odd collection of pots that I have gathered over the years. Here on the corner of the steps leading into my building I have my favorite gargoyle some ivy and an few marigolds (one of my favorite flowers and they help keep the mosquitoes away).

05.25.05
Back home. Went for coffee over at Mt Washington Mill. The current trend here is to re-purpose old factory buildings for overly trendy shops and high end apartments. The mill here was old a century ago. Originally powered by water, the mill stream is still intact. The commercial coffee house here, S'bucks, at least has a huge backyard and you can go for a stroll along the Jones Falls to watch the ducks and great blue heron.
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