In Massachusetts, we experienced the mystery of Mayflower.
Mayflower II is the replica of the 17th century ship that transported pilgrims to the New World. The replica traveled from Plymouth, England to Plymouth, Massachusetts in the 1950s. The project was meant to commemorate the United States-United Kingdom cooperation during World War II.
Bridges connect lands, shine after rain, and wink when there’s sun on steel.
I’m very familiar with these bridges — they get my undivided attention.
Verrazano-Narrows Bridge connects Staten Island and Brooklyn. Longest suspension bridge span in the US. 11th longest in the world.
George Washington Bridge connects Manhattan and New Jersey. World’s busiest motor vehicle bridge, carries 102 million vehicles every year.
Brooklyn Bridge connects Manhattan and Brooklyn. Love locks and the everlasting love.
It was a day of fun at CN Tower. The view from the Observation Deck was spectacular.
One of the tallest freestanding structures in the world
In a high-speed glass-fronted elevator. Racing upwards at 22 kilometers per hour.
This glass floor (1122 feet up) can withstand the weight of 14 large hippos.
View from the Observation Deck (116th floor). Billy Bishop city airport (center-right).
The night view
I took this picture on the last day of my stay in Dominican Republic.
The incredible thing about this lighthouse is that the beams of light are so powerful, that at night, they look like a cross from the neighboring Puerto Rico.
When they had a hearty laugh doing a selfie, and his budding teeth have blossomed.
An Impromptu Poem
Their love’s not strange
Like all fathers and all sons they are,
Their equations can’t change
For how many years there are
A father and a son
They wait for the Sun,
In the middle of the night
When the Moon shines bright
The father tries again
The forecast predicted rain,
Clouds shroud the Moon
The son cries soon
Rain lashes at the windows
Flash, the Moon goes,
The son isn’t sleepy
The father is weepy
Then he croons Little Piggy
The rain’s jiggy jiggy
Clouds clear, the Moon returns
The Sun’s still far, off the light turns
The father and the son
After the day’s fun
Embrace sleep and night
For morning’s first light.
We traveled to Florida and Bahamas on the Norwegian Cruise Line sometime back, and had an amazing time. And I wouldn’t say that the Atlantic Ocean looked a lot like the Pacific Ocean.
This is my flowery-memory moments after I captured them on camera.
Soak in their beauty for they’ll not remain fresh for long. Similarly, soak in life’s beauty
now without worrying about past or future.
It felt surreal as I clicked these from our apartment.
A thick blanket of fog appeared out of nowhere, as though a jet whooshed past inches above the Hudson River leaving contrails
The more the fog thickened the less the sun’s intensity; the downtown Manhattan skyline is bracing for impact
The sun’s misty brightness; its rays’ reflection in the river were drops of sparkling pearls. But where’s the skyline?
The sun and the fog: Will they or won’t they…?
They met and merged. Every obscurity may not mean enmity. There’s life, love. Any of our interpretations is only reflective of our identity
A fellow blogger’s article on suicide in Niagara Falls An Open Letter To The Lost was well received. I loved the piece so much that it lingered in my mind for days and yesterday, I began looking for the pictures that I’d taken when my wife and I were at the Falls.
Lucky to have been there thrice.