The spectacular Hosukai exhibit at Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts ended today, and I finally managed to get there. I took bunches of photos, none of which do justice to the originals. I’ll post just a few of them today.
Hokusai’s greatest hit was the series of landscape prints called Thirty-six Views of Mount Fuji. Here’s the greatest hit of that greatest hit, “The Great Wave of Kanagawa”:
And here’s “Umezawa in Sagami Province“:
And “Tsukuda Island in Musashi Province“:
And “South Wind, Clear Sky”:
As a special bonus, here is an MFA favorite, Monet’s portrait of his wife in Japanese costume, “La Japonaise”:
To celebrate summer, my company installed a butterfly garden, because that’s the way it rolls. So here are some photos of butterflies.
They even had a poster about Nabokov and butterflies, which I thought was very impressive.
The commuter boat from my little town got stuck in the ice in Boston harbor yesterday morning.
Later, parts of the roof collapsed at the grammar school that our kids attended.
Last night, a couple of guys we hired spent two hours in near-zero weather clearing our roof to prevent it from collapsing after the snow and freezing rain that’s coming tonight.
We need to see some flowers from Tom Whelan. Like a New England aster:
And a bouganvillea:
We will ignore all his very fine photos of ice crystals.
They look really nice in this photo, don’t they? But probably if we ever get there, things will suck on them, too. Also, they don’t have Tom Brady and Gronk.
Because it finally feels like spring around here, I thought I’d steal a crocus from Tom Whelan’s Nature Blog:
We went for a New Year’s Eve walk in my little town. Things were pretty bleak at the cove:
A little less bleak here:
Cold, but a little cheerful:
This is about as cheerful as it got:
Have a warm new year!
First, real photography: frost crystals by Tom Whelan:
Now, something from me, looking out my front door during tonight’s snow:
And the trees in my back yard, lit up for the holidays:
We haven’t taken a photo break lately.
Here is a photo of a waterfall in the Berkshires taken by my friend Tom Whelan:
And here is a simple daisy, looking beautiful:
Here’s where I spent a couple days of my vacation last week, looking at the ocean instead of working on my novel:
That’s Duxbury Beach on Boston’s South Shore.
Now back to work.
During my recent trip to Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts I took this photo of modern food items treated somehow to make them sparkle:
I’m guessing this is a trenchant commentary on American consumerism. But I could be wrong–the artist might just enjoy making mayonnaise jars and cracker boxes sparkle. In either case I’m a bit baffled by why these objects are in a major art museum.
Seems to me you go to a museum like the MFA to view objects that you’ll want to view again and again. Like this happy, wise statue:
Or this famous Renoir (sorry for the tilty iPhone):
I don’t think I’m cut out to be an art critic.