Going for the gold

McCardle Bridge counterweight catches the early morning light, framed by salt pile in the foreground and Mystic River Bridge beyond.

"I think you need to be heading a Fortune 500 company. You may already, and I just don't know about it, of course,"  writes Pam of Pamibe, who posted the best doggy blogpost ever was yesterday about her beloved aging pooch's lust for life:

[Tess] wheeled around quickly and came running, like a big happy puppy, grin stretched across her face in an expression that could only be interpreted as: “Did you see that? That was GREAT!". The years had dropped away and she was young again. I found I was crying, and to tell the truth, tears well up whenever I think about that day.

As our sis -- the spiritual mother of a long line of the best canines on the Eastern Seaboard through the years -- always says, "Dogs just want a job."  Yes, and especially dogs bred to herd, as Pam's Tess is. We love Pam's suspicion of our Fortune 500 status. In her comment to our salt-pile post she continues:

You've managed to make salt piles, research into same and the waterfront all riveting. I had to read both this post and the earlier one twice, I was so engaged. And that's just not me.

We've always been something of a contrarian -- our birthright most especially from our maternal grandmother, JuJu.  We were her Sissikins. The sun rose and set on us until the day our hormones kicked in. If the powers that be hate the salt pile, we reflexively love it.  But as it happens, we DO love it.  We look to our former blessed and earnest Harvard Design School professor Carl Steinitz, who teaches the second-year grad students in Landscape Architecture that one of the most reliable sources for your case studies is local lore. In the case of the salt piles, WE are the locals.  The city greens never asked us, but, then, they never studied with Carl Steinitz.

Comments

[pam]

Ah! "Sissy explained, Vol.I" ;)

[Tuck]

Great pic! Would be a fab painting.

[Teresa]

Like Pam I'm finding this all very fascinating. I shall have to see the salt piles for myself sometime. My husband loves photography and being a photographer, he looks at things differently - there is always a picture! I shall watch this story carefully. :-)