Passing Trinity College’s chapel on a crisp winter afternoon, I saw the nearby flag casting a dramatic shadow onto the stark white surface of the building and it was too perfect a shot to ignore.
Flag Shadow on Chapel
Tag: Afternoon
Hartford’s Rivendell
A refuge amongst the trees–Hartford’s Trinity College or Middle-earth’s Rivendell? Flying my drone this weekend, I found a previously-unexplored angle from which to capture our campus and found a new perception of home.
Blissful Park Afternoon
There’s an excellent playground in Hartford’s Bushnell Park. Its large jungle gym, visible with its bright yellow and white upper structure in the foreground, is a miniature model of the State Capitol, found on the other side of the park.
Mechelen Boat
The older bits of Belgium seem a little offended by the polished European modernity of the rest of Mechelen.
On Being There
Though I have my fair share of images that were only possible with the full capabilities of my best camera (just wait for Monday’s post), I’ve been experiencing the impact of Chase Jarvis’s famous quotation lately: “The best camera is the one you have with you.” This perfect warm spring afternoon moment on Trinity College’s main quad was one I serendipitously passed and the image that resulted wasn’t one I would have missed for not having the “perfect” camera.
Stinky But Beautiful
The bright yellow leaves of this female gingko tree almost make it worth the really shocking smell of butyric acid that issues from the decay of all of the fruit it drops.
Summit in the Fall
Incongruously warm summer afternoons are the stuff of college campus perfection, and Trinity College’s Summit dorms don’t let the day down.
Northam Hall Stands Against the Summer Sun
The facade of Northam Hall has become an iconic symbol of Trinity College, and when surrounded by summer foliage and nearly silhouetted by the summer sun, I can understand why.
Spring Light Highlights the Long Walk
Though a city might not seem like the most obvious place to celebrate Earth Day, I’ve honestly been astonished since my move to Hartford just how many big old trees shelter the city. Between the greenery and the public transportation, this place gives me some optimism.
Dublin Street Corner
Dublin in late autumn has a damp energy that I found unquestionably intriguing; the optical artifacts from shooting into the setting sun do a fair job of approximating the feeling that every bit of asphalt and brick have some eerie effect taking place beneath them.
And a bonus Piper shot from just about the same moment as we explored the city.
Big Clouds Behind Travelers Building
Brown concrete, orange late-afternoon light on late-summer clouds, and a general mid-(twentieth-)century vibe.
Afternoon on the Lake
Like a less-pointillist “Un dimanche après-midi à l’Île de la Grande Jatte“, a flat body of water covered in boaters on a sunny afternoon conveys placid vibes.
Sun Column on the Rive Gauche
I took eight years of French classes as a middle- and high-school student, and those courses’ textbooks inevitably had charming pictures of Parisian locales throughout. In trying to cover a wide range of French experiences, those books tended to show “everyday” life alongside the expected pictures of the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre, and so I came to associate all of these images with a sort of “imaginary,” idealized Paris.
Imagine my surprise when I arrived in France and found that it looks exactly like my books.
Afternoon in Paris
An early winter afternoon on a Parisian street means the minimal aliquot of sunlight peaking between buildings and turning the pedestrians to silhouettes. School just let out in the 15th arrondissement and parents walk their squads of enfants home.
Fishing at Picchetti Ranch
Hiking in the hills of Picchetti Ranch in Cupertino, views over Stevens Creek Reservoir and the Bay beyond present a classic Californian landscape. Like a postcard from the mid-twentieth century, the little shape of a kayaking fisherman in the foreground (or the people fishing at the shoreline in the background) shows an ideal Saturday afternoon.
Decaseconds 