
The Commute
My foot commute between my dear Cambridge and school continues in its daily splendor. My collection of frozen river photos is growing. Heaping. Heaving. Waving. Somethinging. It’s pretty neat.
I quite like this globe bending effect. I’m sure I’ll tire of it eventually, but there’s just not that many people out there shooting (and sharing) their fisheye work. The key is to have something else also going for the photo.
Two things here. The first is the snow waves on the river. In order for those to be sculpted into such wondrous drifts there had to be a ton of strong wind. The same wind I had to endure that day on that long, long bridge crossing.
Second is the framing. At right we have the bridge continuing in its entirety to infinity, or at least Infinite Corridor (MIT reference). At left we have the dastardly Storrow Drive. A most wicked road indeed. But it’s there, popping out, arching over a bit, then turning away.
And the feet are sore.
