Author: Harry Bartlett

Glass Window Bridge

Located on the north end of Eleuthera, Glass Window Bridge is referred to as where the Atlantic meets the Caribbean. The water to the east is a dark blue from the Atlantic and to the west a light blue of the Caribbean.

This bridge is also called the ‘narrowest place on earth’ and since the slight channel is unprotected by reefs and exposed to the Atlantic, rogue waves can sometimes shoot up to 100′ as they funnel through the gorge under the bridge even during calm weather making for a precarious tourist stop indeed.

This photo was taken en route back from the island of Spanish Wells after a day of no luck fishing and swimming with pigs. A fun day exploring the very interesting island of Spanish Wells and North Eleuthera.

I feel lucky to have captured the expression of this young fashionable lad who I just happened to see while briefly walking around. His gesture is fitting for a place that splits two oceans as if he is asking a profound yet silent question.

Dead Bird

This was taken in the South End of Boston, the SoWa (South of Washington Street) district, in old industrial building on Harrison Avenue on a stairwell.

Coming across a dead bird is supposed to be an omen of change, probably something coming to an end, maybe something bad. I try not to be superstitious but am and when I saw this a feeling of dread took over. Having recently reunited with a flame that had burned bright and hot with several breakups this preceded another breakup and an eventual end to a 3 year, off-and-on relationship.

Trains

There’s a train yard in Queens next to the Billie Jean King Tennis Center. Looks like mostly subway trains but I’m not sure – could be commuter rail as well. You can take the subway to the US Open and the station is right next to the train yard.

Queens is an interesting city that I know little about except – it’s home to the US Open, it’s supposedly the most diverse city in the world, it’s becoming popular and more gentrified, and it’s where Trump is from. I think to understand Trump you have to understand Queens, a tall order. I like to think if he didn’t become the real estate guy he became he’d be one of those guys on the street corner with a jacket filled with watches trying to sell you a fake watch, you know one of those classic New Yorker types.

Anyways the train yard is impressive – the pattern and reflective light off the steel, not only graphic and modernist but also the gritty essence and industrial faceless massiveness of New York.

Making Pesto

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The basil recipe I use is lots of basil, olive oil, garlic, asiago or any hard cheese, walnuts or pine nuts if you want to splurge, nutritional yeast, salt, pepper, and lemon. I’m not strict about measuring the ingredients just add them proportionally to a food processor and adjust to taste.

Pesto works well with most everything – here are stuffed portabellos with tomato.

 

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Amalfi Coast

Returning by ferry to the Amalfi coast from the island of Capri in Italy. This always reminds me of the song Tales of Brave Ulysses by the band Cream and the line ‘how his naked ears were tortured’. The myth was that Ulysses needed to be tied to the boat so he wouldn’t jump off and drown in pursuit of the ‘sirens sweetly singing’. Whenever I see those mountains I think of that song.