Cover shot

Just got the news that one of my stock photos will be the cover photo for a new travel guide from Avalon Travel Publishing: Moon North Carolina, 3rd edition, by Sarah Bryan, to be published in November 2008. Here's a small view of what the cover will look like (you can pre-order the book now through Amazon):



And here's the full photo from my archive on Digital Railroad:



The shot is of the Virginia Dare statue in the beautiful Elizabethan Gardens on Roanoke Island in North Carolina's Outer Banks. Read more about it here.

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Run for your lives!

No, it's not the set of a Steven Spielberg movie -- it's the dinosaur exhibit at the Boston Museum of Science. This scary Tyrannosaurus rex is a life-size model based on the remains of 30 T. rex fossils and skeletons that have been found over the years. It's pretty darn realistic! And BIG.

To see more of my Museum of Science photos and other shots of Boston, just click here.

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Wet weather

Here in the Northeast, we've been "enjoying" a spate of thunderstorms and rain -- much more than is usual at this time of year, to my recollection. As a result, everything has certainly greened up in a hurry; seems like just a few weeks ago the winter refused to end.

Just thought I'd share a favorite weathery shot from our very green side lawn of spiderywebbed clothespins dripping with raindrops after a storm.

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Spinning Wheel Got to Go Round

A few years ago, like many people approaching the (cringe) midcentury mark, I went on a brief sentimental jag, searching eBay for remnants of my favorite childhood places and things, the foremost of which was Roseland Amusement Park on Canandaigua Lake. Being an (ahem) delicate and sensitive child, I had always shunned the hair-raising Skyliner rollercoaster and stomach-churning Tilt-a-Whirl thingie in favor of the joyous yet still somewhat alarming (for a 6-year-old) merry-go-round.

Roseland was a spectacular place to a poor country kid back in the 1960s, when I was growing up. Life on our farm could be hard at times, but there were these little oases ... like Roseland. Even parents loved it, because there was a picnic area under big old shade trees right at the lakefront, so mom and dad could relax with a beer and a hot dog while the kids ran riot on the rides. And the kids could cool off in the lake after working themselves into a lather all day, so by the time we all got in the car to go home, we were exhausted but relatively comfortable (if you can be comfortable with 12 pounds of cotton candy and hot dogs rolling around in your stomach) and very, very happy.

My sister and I would spend our precious ride tickets on Skee Roll and the rest of the penny arcade games, like the scary mechanical fortune teller that spat out pathetically outdated "fortunes" with pictures of Flapper-era girls and slick-haired '30s gents; the ferris wheel, the Golden Nugget haunted house ride, and the evil bumper cars, where I always got myself wedged into a corner and spent the whole alloted time crying because I couldn't move (a metaphor for later life, perhaps!).

But the carousel was the best -- a child's dream, where she could ride a horse that wouldn't buck her off or nip her and that took her floating magically over the crowd, at every turn offering a naturally induced psychedelic multicolored-swirl view of hundreds of kids riding other rides and her parents proudly waving up at her from below. Who needed Timothy Leary when you had a fistful of Roseland ride tickets, a hot sunny day, and the makings of a good third-degree sunburn!

And then in the mid-1980s Roseland came to an end. The rides were dismantled and sold off and the developers rumbled in. Condos, that's what they replaced Roseland with. Bloody condos. Thus began my lifelong disgust with the bulldozer brigades and construction tycoons. But that's a topic for another day.

Anyway, imagine my delight when, on a one-day trip to Syracuse last week, I passed a sign for something called the Carousel Center Mall as I got off the Thruway. A little lightbulb in my head went *ding!* and I remembered that back in my nostalgia-shopping days of a year or two ago, I'd read that the Roseland merry-go-round had been resurrected in some mall in upstate New York. This had to be it!

And it was! I'm almost embarrassed to say that as I strode through Macy's and down endless garishly lit hallways toward the center of the mall where the carousel is housed, my heart beat a little faster as those memories of my many Roseland rides came cascading back. I must've looked like a woman on a mission to buy a new handbag, but what I was looking for so eagerly couldn't be manufactured or purchased in these soulless boutiques.

And then, a right turn down the food court, and there it was at the end of the strip of Arby's and mall-Chinese restaurants and even a Hooters -- there it glowed in her own special little glass pavilion! My carousel! Lighter and brighter than in my memory, but recognizably my childhood merry-go-round!

Of course I had to ride it. I paid my dollar to the grumpy ticket man (Dick Cheney's ne'r-do-well brother?) ...

and approached one of the gorgeous horses, but its size was daunting (how had I ever braved such a huge beast as a 6-year-old??) and I didn't fancy falling off and making a middle-aged fool of myself, so I just settled my well-padded rump into a painted chariot, along with a young mom and her anxious toddler. And then we were off.

Trying to take photos as we whirled around, I got dizzy (or was it the sheer excitement?). For a moment I closed my eyes and just relished the smooth gliding motion.

When I opened them and gazed out the tall glass windows, for a few seconds the mall buildings disappeared and I could almost see my mom and dad way off in the distance, sitting in the cool grass at the edge of the lake, smiling as I rode around and around ...

Would you agree that it was a doubly magical mystery trip if I told you that as soon as I got back in my car to head home, the oldies station I had tuned in halfway across the state played Blood Sweat & Tears singing "Spinning Wheel"? Godshonest truth, I swear. Spooooky.


"Ride a painted pony, let the spinning wheel turn ... "

Click here to learn more about this carousel's life in amusement parks since its creation in 1909 and about how it ended up gorgeously restored and parked in a mall. (I hate to say it, but developers were responsible for that, too.)

Click here to see more of the photos I shot that day.

And click here to find out whatever happened to David Clayton Thomas and the rest of the BS&T gang (you know you've been wondering).

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Our hairy beastie friends

As my loyal hound sits at my feet while I work today, it seems like a good time to take a break and look at some dog pictures. In an earlier post I mentioned meeting a woman and her keeshonds at the Albany Pine Bush the other day; here's a nice closeup of the two beauties:

And I can't neglect to mention my own gorgeous golden retriever, Sadie. I thought goldens were supposed to be docile and unenergetic, but Sadie is neither. Always raring to go, and just about her favorite thing is to leap headlong after shovelsful of snow! Hey, it lightens the driveway-shoveling task considerably. In fact, sometimes I get laughing so hard I have to go in the house and have some hot chocolate and calm down.

Here she is in a calmer mood:

You can see more of my dog photos here.

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