Driving to New Hampshire, Part 2
This is a continuation of this post.
Here’s the approach to downtown Boston, with a downright pretty collection of buildings. Darn sign. Uncropped, 800 pixel wide version
A little closer, without the sign blocking the view. Uncropped, 800 pixel wide version
Getting warmer… Uncropped, 800 pixel wide version
Seeing the smokestacks here reminds me when I was a kid and we had to roll the windows up, no matter how hot it was, drive through Boston, then roll them down after getting past the smoggy, smoky, disgusting air. During this approach, the stacks, and there were more then, would be actively belching smoke. We’ve come a long way, and owe it to technology as much as anything. The pollution factor was one more reason I grew up with such a negative attitude toward citites. As recently as 1986, when I lived in Florida for a big six weeks, people would hear me speak and say “you’re from Boston!” I’d bristle and explain I was not “from Boston.” In 1988, when it was time to look for a post-college job, I refused to look for work “downtown” and that might have made a difference in my finding something that wasn’t grunt work. But I digress.
The approach to the sieve tunnel. It’s impossible to overstate what a difference it makes, in conjunction with the other changes, though I assumed it would be wider than it is, believe it or not. Just after this picture was snapped, I joked that we ought to roll up the windows so no water would get in the car. The cropped thumbnail opens a 400 pixel wide full version of the context. Here’s the uncropped, 800 pixel wide picture.
This is the bridge the tunnel empties onto. I just love it!
800 pixel version of the left picture
800 pixel version of the right picture
This is what can be seen of the Bunker Hill Monument from the highway.
This is what you see from the highway north of Boston, just past the Bunker Hill Monument. I believe the building with the flag on it is the Schraft’s Candy building, but I could have the wrong one. 800 pixel wide uncropped version
The rest of these are all in New Hamshire, in the order they were taken. They all open 800 pixel versions if clicked. After the rest stop, Deb rode in the back with Sadie, so you’ll notice a difference…
The thing is that I can identify exactly which stretch of the Interstate in New Hampshire you were on when each picture was snapped. Scary, ain’t it?
Posted by DCE on 06/07 at 07:46 PMWow, that takes me back to my NH days. I kind of miss old I-93.
Posted by jen on 06/07 at 07:50 PM
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