There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...

-Lord Byron

Definition of Walkabout :

a short period of wandering as an occasional interruption of regular work
Showing posts with label Boston. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boston. Show all posts

13 June 2011


Literally, from the moment I entered the taxicab and was hurtling through neon lights in the tunnel at midnight, I loved this city. One a.m. and the streets are alive, people joyous and drunk, my room walls shaking from the excitement of the Bruins making it to the finals in hockey. I remember the feeling of a sports town, and I'm now in one of the biggest.

After a few hours of sleep, I down my usual two cups of Joe and slip on my backpack, ready for the unknown. I end up walking along the river, next to rundown buildings and empty piers. What a glorious morning.

My first monument, nestled in between ancient brownstone buildings, has the following engraved in stone "American soldiers killed June 17th 1775". Two hundred and thirty six years ago. I stand on hallowed ground.

I make it to Bunker's Hill, say hello to a nice family, help them take a photo. I wish I had been here when I was young. At least I'm seeing things now.

As I walk, I feel the importance of Memorial Day here, latching itself to my back, weighing me down with thought and pondering. I become overcome with emotion thinking about my father and his service. I need to tell him how proud I am of that more often.

I find myself haphazardly walking the streets, without direction or purpose. I find a corner street performer, a young man claiming that his talent is to raise money for college. He is entertaining, and deserves money, if you are able. I was even involved in his comedy act.
This town is the old in perfect harmony with the new. Modernization in bed with the Old World. I enjoy the outside market, listening to that recognizable New England accent call out to passersby to get their fresh fruit.
I stop into a Bean town pub for a pint and catch the end of the Red Sox game. I visit the graves of great men and women. I ride a ship into the harbor, listening to stories of tea parties, Star Wars ideology, and garbage burning islands. I can't think of a better place to sit and watch the world go by.

09 June 2011

at the Boston Aquarium

Curious eyes look into me
what could they see
a body breaking down, falling apart
the years are harder, longer
yet you go on.

a life floating, weightless yet
existing in time.

an invisible madness brewing.
I see only imagination and wonder.

04 June 2011

old churches in Boston

One of the many appeals of Boston is the rich history this city has around every corner. When I first came up to Christchurch along Boston's Freedom Trail, I could sense the historic nature of this place, feel the past souls that had walked through it's doors, sat in it's pews waiting for guidance and meaning to their lives in this new land.

You can't help but notice the immediate difference this place has from other churches, the boxed in pews. It almost seems like a religious maze.

I then saw these little metallic boxes in each pew, looking like you would place a candle in them to have light in your pew on dark days. Luckily my curiosity was explained by the tour guide. Boston is a cold place in wintertime, and the metallic boxes were filled with hot coals, and then placed inside the pews for warmth. The pews were built in this way to keep the patrons of the church service warm during the sermon. Fascinating.
 On the grounds outside Christchurch, I found one of Paul Revere's lanterns hanging on a wall, overlooking a memorial set up to honor Boston's bravest men and women that had made the ultimate sacrifice for their country, fighting for freedom in America's wars.
 It was a very humbling experience to be in the birthplace of America's freedom, next to the dog tag's of those that had lost their lives defending that ideal.

A few blocks away, I also stumbled my way to the Trinity Church in Boston. Founded in 1733, this place is still a parish to almost 4,000 households. It is ranked among the top ten churches in America for it's architecture.

From the beautiful artwork outside, to the golden dome and stain glass windows inside, it is a marvel to see. The location is also interesting, as modern day Boston surrounds this old place on all sides. It is a refuge for those looking to find some peace and quiet.