{Ok, ok, pictures and a few words}
Came up to Boston for a visit with my awesome mom (mawsome? awesmom?). She lives in the converted 1917 Prince Spaghetti factory on Boston's waterfront. (Yup, my brother worked as Aladdin at Disneyland, and my mom lives in a spaghetti factory, and that's just the beginning *sigh*) Sun setting behind us, to the back of the building {below}.
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| {View: form left, the stone building is Lewis Wharf, next is the roof of a commercial building, in the distance is the Hyatt Harborside, the white and gray building at the end of the wharf to the right is Yachthaven, which, in case you are thinking of visiting my mom and would like to arrive on your yacht, caters to mega yachts, the lights behind it are a bunch of tugboats just hanging out, and along the right is Commercial Wharf.) |
Not much (um, nothing) can make me actually WANT to get out of bed at 6:15 AM except the glow coming the floor to (high) ceiling, quadruple width glass separating Mom's living room from her porch looking out onto Boston Harbor.
This morning, half (probably more like three-quarters) asleep, I stepped out there, with camera, in my jammies. Oh what a sight! (both the sunrise, and me in my jammies snapping the sunrise in the frigid cold ... for different reasons.)
Everything below is sunrise over about 30 minutes, enjoy!
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| The pilings you see to the left, poking out of the water, are original wooden supports for the buildings that used to be on these wharfs more than 100 years ago. They are actually privately owned real estate. |
