Rules make for symmetry-breaking behavior. Bicycles traveling above 30 kph in the Netherlands require the rider to have a helmet. This means that bikes are either clearly much slower or, once they’re fast enough to demand a helmet, a lot faster.
Tag: Village
Bridge in Utopia
As an American enamored with the idea of walkable towns and cities, I was curious on visiting the Netherlands whether it could stand up to its reputation. I was surprised to find a country that resembled nothing more than the vision of utopia as it is typically presented in American science fiction. Now, I know the Netherlands is a real place with real challenges and limitations, but the infrastructure alone paints a very different vision of priorities. Consider this bridge in Ommen over the Vecht river: Less than 50% of the width of the bridge is allotted for motorized vehicle traffic. The majority is covered by bike lanes and pedestrian areas, including benches and art.
Ireland Today
Even in a classic tourist town like Kilkenny, the stone walls and churches are accompanied by the features of modern Ireland. The auto mechanic and filling station in the left foreground (not to mention the cars) provide little hints of the century when this image was captured.
Skies Over Kilkenny
A big sky and a tiny village make for a borderline-cliché Irish setting.
Sunset Through Wooden Window Grid
Time has transformed a random sunset shot out the window of my sabbatical apartment in Berkeley’s Normandy Village into a nostalgia-inducing pixel arrangement. Even the wood patterns in the window frames now stand out to me.
Windy Night in Normandy Village
Odd angles and old brick in Berkeley’s Normandy village took on extra layers of strangeness on windy, rainy nights. (The blown-over trashcan in the corner provides additional evidence of the weather.)
Town Maintenance After Winter
As frozen rain bounces off the roadways of northern New York, I’m reminded that our town works truly do battle with the elements each winter. Floating high over their facilities when spring finally arrives, I feel like I’m looking over the encampment of a victorious army.
Sabbatical Workspace
I came upon this charming shot of my desk in our Normandy Village apartment as I prepared a book of my 2017 photography. The perfect place to work on a sabbatical grant.
Normandy Cube
I’ve shown many parts of Berkeley’s Normandy Village, but perhaps not these square homes (that look like cubes with roofs jauntily capping them).
Back Door with Red Stairs
In the Normandy Village, even the back door to the fire escape and laundry room is weird and wonderfully overdesigned.
Brittany Village
Brittany Village is, perhaps unsurprisingly, just around the corner from Berkeley’s Normandy Village where I last lived in California. It has plenty of quaint eurocharm, but I think the “original” copy of a European village in Berkeley remains the best.
Complicated Structures of Normandy Village
Pre-Rain
Between these two shots, the sunset light over Canton, New York changed very suddenly. Rain arrived within the hour.
Red Stairs Over the Laundry Room
Capturing pictures of the everyday and mundane details of living in a place as odd as Berkeley’s Normandy Village means that I can look back to the little details. This maroon fire escape served as the back door to our apartment, but also easy access to the shared laundry room—and thus a route I frequently traversed, trying to find a time when the machines were free.
The Hoot Owl and Canton
In the foreground, the Hoot Owl bar sits near Canton’s railroad tracks. Though it used to be the train station, it’s now one of the main student bars. I like to think of it as the guard house between town and the domain of the undergraduates.
Decaseconds 