   The Thomas Crane Library in Quincy. The Thomas Crane Library in Quincy, Massachusetts stands as a testament to the timeless beauty of knowledge and the artistry of human expression. Its soaring architecture and radiant stained glass windows evoke a sense of awe and wonder, like a grand cathedral devoted to the worship of learning.
Within its walls, we enter a hallowed sanctuary where words and ideas take flight, like a symphony of buzzing bees or the graceful dance of butterflies in metamorphosis. Here, we find ourselves suspended in a cocoon of knowledge and inspiration, ready to grow and transform. Like a secret garden or an enchanted forest, the library beckons us to explore its depths and discover the treasures hidden within. Each book is a precious gem, polished and cut to perfection, ready to reveal its secrets to those who seek them. And yet, the library is more than just a repository of knowledge. It is a living, breathing entity, sustained by the generosity and dedication of its supporters. Like a divine patron, they have created a sacred space where these texts can flourish and thrive, providing a safe haven for all who seek to open their minds and hearts to the wonders of the world. In this sense, libraries are truly the coolest, for they represent the boundless potential of the human spirit, and the unyielding power of our collective imagination.
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 Leonard P. Zakim Bunker Hill Memorial Bridge in Boston Bridges have always fascinated me. They are both safe and beautiful, providing a means to cross obstacles that were once thought impossible to overcome. The intricate web of lines, cables, bolts, and connections that come together to form a bridge is awe-inspiring. It is a testament to human ingenuity and the power of collaboration. Bridges are there to support us day and night, connecting us to new possibilities and experiences.
The phenomenon of cables appearing to connect on the horizon line, even when they are parallel, is intriguing. It makes me wonder about the power of connections and support between people. Just as two or three cables can support an entire bridge, we can be a bridge of support for each other simply by being true to ourselves and our purpose. We can provide support from point A to point B, just like the cables on a bridge.  Mama's drawer Her memory. Her brush. Her actual DNA. Strands of hair. Stings or beaded necklaces. Entwined. Linked. When I hold them, I am transported back to vivid memories of her, filled with bright colors and warmth. I lift the brush and smell her sweet shampoo and feel her soft white hair and I miss her. Deeply. I miss her and feel her simultaneously. The then and now. I touch the beads. I close the drawer. Take a deep breath. Press my lips together. Close her vanity drawer and continue with the day. My grandmother’s drawer. This drawer, filled with her treasured belongings, is a reminder of the love and connection we shared. And so, with a heavy heart and a grateful spirit, I continue to cherish her memory and hold her close to my heart.
 Sun break through the rain in the Old Port. Some of my thoughts as I saw the sun shine through the rain pour on Portland, Maine.
Growing up in a region where the weather was relatively stable, a change in temperature of just three degrees Fahrenheit would make the news. However, after moving to New England, I realized how integral the weather is to my daily routine. It's the first thing I check in the morning, and it determines everything from what I wear to whether I need to turn on the air conditioning or heating. Being from California, I was used to wearing sandals and rarely having to wear socks or closed-toe shoes, but now I have to consider my footwear based on the weather and that’s just the beginning of all the other decisions of the day. Will I have to reschedule a photography session? Do I need to clothes windows before the rain comes in? Despite the challenges that come with constantly changing weather, I have come to appreciate and even love the New England rain. Coming from a typically parched part of California, every time it rains in Maine, I feel a sense of excitement and gratitude. I see it as a sign that the heavens haven't given up on us and that our blooms and fruit orchards might soon get a much-needed drink. Whenever it rains, I look up to the sky and hope that some of it will make its way to California. |
Liz DavenportAs a photographer, I am attracted to time, adventure, and the unique. This stems from a desire to capture moments that are fleeting and capture experiences that are one-of-a-kind. The world is full of endless possibilities and as a photographer, curiosity drives me to explore and document these instances through the lens of my camera. By seeking out new adventures, I hope to be able to capture moments that are unique and timeless. Whether it's the intricacies of a bustling city or the serenity of a remote landscape, I am constantly intrigued by these words so much so that I have recognized them to be so dearly valued in my personal life. Unique. Adventure. Time. Archives
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