At 6:30am I take a photo of the heady atmosphere surrounding Providence, RI.
The view from where I parked my car, next to a fine canal. I saw a gondola pass by, with an Italian guy playing the accordian to two young lovers.
The canal. As it is only about a foot deep, there is little call for deep sea vessels.
The seal of Rhode Island (obviously. Sorry for being so patronising. I do realise that you could have figured it out for yourself eventually. As Doctor Who would say, "You seem to have a crude grasp of the general situation.")
Some more of the canal. I have decided that my latest hobby is taking photos of canals. So far it has turned out beyond my wildest expectations.
My hobby progresses as I spend the hour prior to the marathon walking around Providence. Not really the smartest way to spend pre-marathon time, but certainly smarter than the people doing sprints around the starting line.
I do not recall this photo at all. Perhaps my sleep medication had not yet worn off.
A view of some tallish buildings surrounding a fine park. This park has a wonderful path with crushed gravel that leads absolutely nowhere.
I believe that this is the capital building. I also believe I know what I photographed earlier. It was a street lamp. I think I was going for the allegorical figure atop the capitol building. I guess the photo I took is close enough. It is a thinly veiled allegory for lighting the streets when it is dark out.
More of them there buildings in that there park. You can get there from here, since this is not Maine.
An ominous sky looms darkly over the municipal buildings. What ill deeds are foretold by this fell aeromancy?
Do I detect a most delightful canal surrounding by buildings? Ah, the joy of a new hobby.
The canal is lit by more allegories.
My wife enjoys seeing indigenous plant life forms. Of course, she will probably tell me this is an invasive species and walk off in a huff. Yet still I try...
"A visitor to this peaceful scene, The air so refreshingly clean,Heart rate down, pleasure up,
From this serenity I hungrily sup."
-An English Canal by David J Knight.
"Hip! Hip! Huzza! for the Ship Canal!
It will help the national wealth to swell,
Help toilers and moilers and all the rest,
Old men and maidens and baby at breast." -The Manchester Canal, author anonymous (wisely).
This phone booth (telephone kiosk? telephone box? telephone booth? call box? phone booth? letter box?)
is about 3 feet tall. Local midgets obviously do not treat their phone with respect.
This area is rather nice. The individual tiles remember loved ones lost, promote peace and friendship, and share the word of God from various religions. Interestingly, there is no graffiti. Obviously, the midget phone gangs do not visit here.
Inside the inspirational underpass, there are clerestory windows and chandeliers. Rather unusual in an area of concrete shoring.
"Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the canal,
Pouring redemption for me, that I do
The will of God, wallow in the habitual, the banal,
Grow with nature again as before I grew." -Patrick Kavanaugh.
Is it at all reassuring that the symbol for a bridge is an anchor inscribed with the word "hope"?
"Two levels of roads
on either side
the Canal, then two terraces of tracks
and higher ranks of beds: roads where trucks
lumber awkwardly above the town—
like those heavy golden cherubim
that try to wing about
in the old, Baroque church." -John Logan
sit, liquid eyes gazing,
an after breath
wraps cords around summer moon
the body of a poem,
my inspiration, a canal
without a veil, a
virginity of space
Birmingham." -Andy Hare
An actual allegory for trains and buses. I call her the lady of transporting a lot of people around using methods that not a lot of people around me are using anymore.
Another allegory of an eagle holding the fasces (from the Latin word fascis, meaning "bundle). It symbolized power and authority in ancient Rome, and it used to this day by many countries, including the US.
Ambrose Burnside was a Rhode Island Governor following his fascinating civil war career. In 1871, the NRA chose him as it's first president. However, he is chiefly known for his facial hair, his name being reversed to coin the term "sideburns".
I am not sure what this fountain is all about. I call it "bunch of naked dudes assaulting an angel". An accurate, and horrifying, title.
This building may or may not be of importance to local goverment.
Another allegory! Horay! I have another new hobby! This one has an Athena figure possibly representing something or other, with what I believe to be an early incarnation of the village people under her. One is a student, one is a civil war veteran, and one is a boy scout troop leader.
An angel with a feather. According to wikipedia, the feather is an allegory of peace, extraordinary bravery and excellence in combat marksmanship. This does not explain the sword, unless she throws it at her enemies like Conan did in the comic books.
This is an allegory for the local adult exotic entertainment club.
This is an allegory for the ridiculousness of trying to comb your hair with a tree branch you found in the woods, or a representation of bounty, reminiscent of the Roman goddess Ceres.
This marathon had some of the best police traffic control I have ever seen. That it reminded me of "Chips" was just icing on the cake.
"Hey! Little guys want to assault angels, too!" He is just angry that he was too tall for the midget phone booth assault gang.
Another tree my wife will hate.
Using advanced photo technology, I took a photo of myself in the park prior to the marathon. Yes, all of the previous photos were taken before the marathon while I wandered about town. Perhaps next time I should not get there so early.
Are you looking at me bum?
Check it out! I finally hit puberty!
There were quite a few runners there. Most were half marathoners. Several hundred were marathoners. For up to the minute statistics, consult www.marathonguide.com, your source for all things marathony.
Imagine, if you will, a purse-snatcher who inadvertently grabs a marathoner's purse, and is then chased until they collapse and die with a hideous look on their face. Hilarious.
This is what it looks like when I run to the side as a football player does in training. Perhaps this is why the guy in the back is looking at me with that expression on his face.
As we run toward the gold domey building, some volunteers direct and cheer for us with flags. Although I did not catch it all, they were actually performing Wuthering Heights via semaphore. "Oh, Heathcliff!"
"Walk on road, hm? Walk left side, safe. Walk right side, safe. Walk middle, sooner or later get squish just like grape. Here, karate, same thing. Either you karate do "yes" or karate do "no." You karate do "guess so," just like grape. Understand?" -Mr Miyagi
Some locals cheer us on.
This reminds me of a set from "Doctor Who". When you see a set like this in an episode, you just know that you are in for a crazy ride!
A nice dock surrounded by that fake green seed spray that doesn't fool anyone.
This is all just water under the bridge. Heh heh heh.
It was good to know that I was running on a Rhode Island scenic road. Heck, the state is so small that every road is scenic. Anybody like that one? Anybody?
Pinky tree pretty.
I was actually exceeding the speed limit the entire marathon. "If you wanna give me a ticket, you gotta catch me first, pally!"
Who was the guy who thought this would be a good area to run by? Furthermore, who thought it would be a good idea to run a loop around this area? As the guy near me said, "Wait 'til you smell it on the way back". Somewhere, someone is laughing.
This is a nice park. I should point out that I will not be taking photographs of parks as a hobby. It will be more of a tendency than a hobby.
"Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing.
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!" -Thomas Nashe
Here we run down a bike path, but does that guy on the left bike down a run path? Did I just reach a new low for lameness? Yes. Most assuredly.
This may be a swan. A swan at low tide. I would say that it smells like low tide, but it might only be the local waste treatment plant I am running around.
Another Doctor Who prop.
It is nice that after the half marathoners split to another path I was not entirely alone, if you count those people who cruised by me and left me in their dust.
As the Sesame Street song went, "watah watah watah watahhhh". That's what happens when you film in Boston.
More bike path. More people way ahead of me.
"The dream of living in a lighthouse baby, every single day.
The dream of living in a lighthouse,
the white one by the bay.
So if you want to make my dreams come true,
You'll be a lighthouse keeper too.
We could live in a lighthouse
The white one by the bay,hey hey.
Won't that be okay.
Yada tada ta ta ta." -I Want To Marry A Lighthouse Keeper Lyrics By Eigen Erika
Is this a peninsula? Or a jetty? Or a mole? Or a breakwater? None of your business.
Train tracks lead to nowhere along the coast.
Is it not strange that such a straight line of trees became flooded like this with only their withered waterlogged trunks remaining? I find it exceedingly strange.
We pass on a little tiny road through the sea toward the city proper. Actually, with that weird "angel and company" fountain I would call it the city improper. Get it?
I waited at the East Providence Terminal for some form of public transportation for several hours, but left a disappointed and broken man.
I do not see why taxis are not permitted in the middle of the woods. It is their right as Americans to get stuck in the woods if they wish.
I think that the bolt to nut ratio on this overpass is somewhat extreme.
These children inspired me to do it.
There damn well better be a pot of gold at the end or some heads will roll!
More Oceany goodness, courtesy of the Ocean State. Did you know it is called this since it is the only state that borders the ocean? Another fun fact to help break the ice at parties.
"There are three smoke stacks!" -Captain Jean-Luc Picard.
The tug boats on the right are the littlest tug boat and the little tug boat that could. The one on the left is the big honking tug boat that damn well better.
At mile 25 I take a brief rest to take this photograph. Brief as in "as long as I please".
Although you cannot see it, and it grieves me greatly that this is so, there is a wonderful little canal under this bridge.
I stop to photo another allegory. No wonder it takes me 5 hours to run these things.
At the finish line with my reflective blanket. Luckily, the photo was captured before the guy behind me was able to fully give me the finger.
The guy now looks away. Yeah, you'd better look away!
I leave downtown Providence as people walk in the glass archy overhead pathway. They can go as far as their abilites will allow them since there is no glass ceiling. I would apologize for that joke, but I am so tired right now that I think it quite hilarious.
"Drive, captain drive, upon your mystery ship. Be amazed, at the friends, you have here on your trip". I would be amazed, but I am all alone. *sigh*
Why am I taking photos of the drive home? I think I found the orange sign somewhat hilarious but I cannot make out a single word on it.
The back of the finishers medal is an engraved picture of downtown Providence. Cool, eh?
The front shows the things that are on the front of the medal.
Yes, I am full of myself. Do as my wife does and roll your eyes and walk away, even though a little bit of me dies each time she does.