What’s new, Lash LaRue?
So, lucky me! Lash came to visit.
It was great to see him, though surreal, because it’s been months, and many farewells, and thousands of miles, and … thousands of degrees, besides. We walked around Boston in freezing ridiculous weather, and snapped some photos.
The light was very New England – I would even venture to say that it was very Bostonian. I don’t know, however, if I have a leg to stand on when I assert that Boston has its own light. It may just be superstition. People say the Caribbean has its own light. The Mediterranean. The American southwest.
And Boston: something about the brick against the blue cold sky, and the silver shine that glints off bare urban twigs – for me it is iconic. I was eager to see how a Canadian eye-lens would see all of this, and of course I was not disappointed. But you can’t see them because he hasn’t put them up on his Flickr yet.
Here are a few from that day. Because I like taking pictures too, Mr. Professional Photo Person. If ONLY I had a better camera I could take photos just. like. you. <wink>




March 13th, 2007 at 4:54 pm
Leili!! you’ve joined the blog world. how fun!
I STILL haven’t seen you in Boston. I have to get to see you and your parents sometime soon!
I hope California with the beautiful little niece was fun, waiting for your stories about it.
I was so excited to find you, haven’t read the blog yet
off I go.
lots of love,
March 17th, 2007 at 9:24 am
My dear dear sister! I love it that you have a blog too! I did not realize!
I miss you SOOOOO MUCH!
Love love.
March 22nd, 2007 at 11:57 pm
Waaah. I miss my Taschy.
And Seebz — I don’t have to miss you any longer!
May 30th, 2008 at 5:51 pm
Indeed New Englad has its own light. And, you are quite right that so does the Carribbean, the Mediterranean and the American Southwest. In New York, Central Park has its own light as does the Hudson River Park and any street looking west at sundown or looking east at sunrise…take a look at the way it seems to dance on the brownstones and parks of the west village…poetry.