My niece, Kelly, reading the wedding vows she wrote. That's the thing these days. After this scene, her husband, Marcellus, read his.
I do not do weddings but I got a seat on the center aisle and the light was a gift - 5 PM, cloudless, as the sun was getting lower behind the audience. Maybe I should develop a side hustle.
We made it out of Boston yesterday and drove to Cape Cod, a summer mecca in the northeastern U.S. My niece is getting married today on the beach at Chatham, right at the elbow of the Cape. We drove around yesterday, stopping at a small fishing harbor surrounded by sand bars. Dozens of seals hang out there, happy to make lunch from the fishermen's scraps.
Like other big, prosperous American cities, Boston seems to have tall, shiny buildings going up all over the place. We've seen it in New York, Seattle and parts of LA. When they cluster together they can create patterns that look almost cubist. (Note: you do not see this happening in St. Louis.)
Come to Boston (Seaport district).
Well, our friendly airline canceled the morning flight from St. Louis to Boston yesterday. Fortunately, there was space on another flight some hours later. We got to the hotel in time for a late dinner (which was very good). So this is where our trip didn't go so far.
The complex play of curves and lines reminds me of early 20th Century semi-abstract art. There is a lot of energy in the action of the trapeze artists at Circus Flora.
St. Louis is back in the oven today while we are off to cooler climes.
