Today is our travel day home. We have a leisurely schedule though, as our flight leaving Boston isn't until midday.
Our last morning in Boston means another beautiful pre-dawn morning not to be missed.
It's a brisk, windy morning. We stop by the nearby Tatte Bakery to get some caffeine, and I want to pick up something for the plane ride later. I walk away with a pistachio cherry tart.
On our walk back to our hotel, we explore the nearby Fairmont hotel. Clearly a dog friendly hotel, as the main entrance to the hotel is flanked by two very large gold lions and a house for a dog with a doggy bed.
Inside the hotel, near the check-in area, is another dog beg.
I have three all-time favorite artists:
Eyvind Earle, an artist whose work is recognized in many Disney works, and for me, captured in his own way the beautiful scenery of the Santa Ynez Valley long before I ever visited in person.
Dale Chihuly, a glass artist whose work I first saw at his 2008 exhibit in San Francisco's de Young museum. Since then, I enjoy seeing his 1800 square feet of handblown glass flowers that adorn the ceiling of the Bellagio entrance. I also visited his exhibit at Phoenix' Desert Botanical Garden.
And Alexander Calder, whose geometric mobile creations I find so fascinating. I first encountered Alexander Calder's work when he had a large exhibit at Chicago's Museum of Contemporary Art.
So this Alexander Calder work immediate caught my eye as I strolled down the entry of the Fairmont hotel.
As we taxi toward takeoff in Boston, I notice this interesting decoration on the exterior of one of the airport buildings. I think it's near a Southwest terminal (and you can see the reflection of a Southwest tail). Does anyone know what this is?
I took this photo as an aerial map of some of the places we've been on this short visit to Boston. You can see the Bunker Hill Monument in the lower left portion of the image (the large obelisk rising from its green surroundings), the bridge we crossed as we followed the Freedom Trail, and the hotel we stayed at in Copley Place.
This photo is taken during the short time when the airplane just passes through the cloud layer, and we can see the ground below the cloud layer as well as the blue sky above.
As we depart from our connection in Phoenix, there is a beautiful moon rise. The small lights in the air are planes coming in for landing.
I've decided that my new-ish little camera is perfect as my EDC (that's everday camera for me). It's small enough for me to have readily available; I love the experience of photographing with i; and I'm happy with the images it enables me to capture.
And the fact that I shipped my backpack home means that I'm able to keep my camera more accessible while on the flight.
Oh, and about shipping that backpack home. My decision to ship the backpack was very last minute (my original shipping plan did not include the backpack). I realize on the plane ride home that I left something absolutely critical in my backpack - the backpack that's on its way home taking its own independent path (that is, it's not with me). That backpack contains the key to our car - the car which is parked at the airport, and will need a key for me to unlock it and drive it home. And we didn't bring a spare key. Oh dear.
But who really wants a dull ending to a vacation, anyway?
Thankfully our arrival time isn't super late at night, so we're able to have our spare car key brought to us at the airport. And the best part of it all? Our dog came to greet us at the airport too!
And that's a wrap, folks. Thanks for coming along for the ride.
I close with this well-known Robert Frost poem, accompanied by a view of our own two roads diverged at the Marsh-Billings-Rockefeller National Park.
Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken.
Robert Frost, 1874 –1963
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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