With winter 2016 quickly becoming history, I welcomed in spring this past Saturday with a long Brompton bike ride from my home on Boston's South Shore all the way to Harvard Square in Cambridge. I saw so many wonderful things along the way.
I rode the bike lanes through Dorchester, by the neighborhood's iconic triple-deckers:
Then after a quick dash up D Street in South Boston, I stopped to rest on one of the wide benches that line the Seaport District, looking out on the commercial fishing boats that dock at Boston Fish Pier. Here's a watercolor I did of that scene when I got home (click to enlarge):
After my short break by the pier, I continued riding along Atlantic Avenue's bike lanes into downtown Boston, stopping for breakfast at the Equal Exchange Cafe coffee shop near Boston Garden:
Normally this sidewalk would be full of people, especially after a basketball or hockey game at the Garden. But it 7:00 AM on a Saturday, so all was quiet.
How nice it was to simply bring my neatly folded Brompton inside and tuck it under the table as I ordered a bagel and iced coffee from the friendly staff.
Another great thing about the Brompton is that because of its small size, it's easy to walk the bike to become a pedestrian when necessary. This allowed me to make my way from Boston to Cambridge along one of the city's most magical secret spaces ... the network of little public bridges and catwalks across the Charles River locks:
My meandering journey across the river was rewarded by this view of the Zakim Bunker Hill Bridge...
... and a chance to have a little fun playing the "Charlestown Bells" -- an interactive work of public art by Henri Matisse's grandson, Paul Matisse. You pull various handles to ring the tubular bells that span the walkway's fence.
Each handle even has the note it plays etched into the steel.
I then got back on my bike and rode the paths through the fairly new Paul Revere and North Point Parks. The magical thing about Paul Revere Park is that it makes accessible -- and beautiful -- a space that is usually left to become to dark, dusty, and dangerous: the space beneath the bridge:
I'll have to take a better photo of this sometime, because the picture I took doesn't capture how light, cool, and fun this area is. There are always people around, strolling, running, walking their dogs, or just enjoying the sun. And directly under the bridge are stone sculptures, a skateboard park, and then a pedestrian/bike bridge that lifts you out from under the bridge into the beautiful garden area of playgrounds, landscaping, and well-tended bike lanes that is Cambridge's North Point Park. In fact, the bike path is part of the Maine-to-Florida East Coast Greenway.
The Greenway has a long, long way to go before being complete. But hopefully someday the dream will become a reality.
I then continued my ride onto the bike lanes of Kendall Square and MIT, some of which are completely separated from the street.
Turning onto the bike lanes of Mass. Ave, it wasn't long until I reached my destination: Harvard Square. I didn't take any photos there, mainly because I've been to Harvard Square thousands of times. But you can read about its bike lanes on this earlier post I wrote.
Happy with this long and wonderful ride, I decided it was time to head home. So I hopped on the Red Line subway for a quick dash back to the South Shore (again, super-easy with a folded Brompton). But unfortunately I forgot that the T was doing construction that day along the Longfellow Bridge between Cambridge and Boston. So they were busing passengers over that part of the route. Argh!
I could have simply carried my Brompton on the bus, but instead I got back on my bike at Kendall Square and retraced my route along the North Point Park bike paths...
... over the creaky gangways of the Charles River Locks...
... and into the North End, where I took a long way around, leading me to this:
This is a very special section of the Rose Kennedy Greenway, the linear park that snakes its way through downtown along the old path of the I-93 elevated highway. The highway now runs underground -- the end result of the tumultuous Big Dig project that I was a witness to for well over a decade. This section of the Greenway is designated the Armenian Heritage Park, honoring metro-Boston's large Armenian community.
The labyrinth and the dark polygonal sculpture (on the upper-left of the labyrinth) represent the constantly growing and unfolding immigrant experience. The sculpture is reconfigured each year into a new shape, symbolizing the different ways immigrants reshape their own lives in their new home. The sculpture is dedicated to the lives lost in the Armenian Genocide of 1915-1923.
I stopped here for a bit to take in the meaning of this space, and then I rejoined downtown Boston's bike lanes to ride on to South Station where I folded up my Brompton, got back on the Red Line, and completed my journey home.
I've been reading a lot about urban sketching over the past couple weeks. The term "urban sketching" took on the qualities of a movement in 2007 when journalist Gabriel Campanario created an online forum for...
"all sketchers out there who love to draw the cities where they live and visit, from the windows of their homes, from a cafe, at a park, standing by a street corner ... always on location, not from photos or memory."
This quote by Gariel Campanario is from the wonderful urban sketching website.
Well, reading about all this, it occurred to me that urban sketching seems tailor-made for cycling! You load up portable painting or sketching supplies into your bike bag, go out, explore, and paint or sketch on-the-spot. Why haven't I thought of this sooner?!
So although it's still too cold here in Boston to give this a try now, I've been practicing painting at home in anticipation. I think I'll take a watercolor class some day, but not yet. I first want to learn as much as I can from getting out there and painting on my own.
For instance, this week I did two paintings that really taught me a lot. One is from a scene I saw on TV of a train heading up the tracks in a hilly region of northern Japan...
...and my second painting is from right here in Boston, standing at the corner of Arlington and Beacon Streets, with the Public Gardens on the right. It was too cold to stand there for very long, so I took a photo on my iPhone and worked off of that:
For my first painting I used these tools:
And for the second painting I used these:
You may be saying to yourself, "hey, where's your brush"? Well, it's actually that strange-looking light-bluish object. It's called a water brush, and I saw it on a YouTube video about painting on-location, as well as in books. You fill the back part of the brush with water and then gently squeeze it to make the brush wet.
I bought a water brush model made by Pentel at the wonderful Blick art supply store here in Boston. My father always uses .05mm Pentel mechanical pencils, so I have a special affinity for that brand. Pentel's "Aquash" water brush uses very little water, doesn't drip, and it comes with a firm cap. You can load it up with water in the morning and keep it in your bag all day long. It doesn't give you as much control as a regular brush, but it's still remarkably useful -- and it solves the issue of having to carry water and a cup, which is kind of cumbersome (I actually worked on part of Painting #2 in a coffee shop!).
For both paintings, I used watercolor pencils, which work like regular colored pencils until you make them wet, turning them into paint. I especially enjoyed using the watercolor pencils in my second painting in conjunction with regular pan paints. The pencils allowed me to add more detailed colors in small spaces.
So what did I learn from these two paintings? Let's go in depth!
What I like:
It was a fast painting, taking me only around 30-45 minutes.
I think I managed to capture a sense of perspective and depth, which makes it interesting.
I like that it has the feel of a travel-painting, done on the spur of the moment in a notebook.
What I learned:
A few more small details would add personality to the landscape.
Some shadows would give the houses more depth.
Although I like the colors, I could have had even more fun with them.
What I like:
This took me about 2.5 hours, since I tried to add more details than in Painting #1. I'm pretty happy with some of those details, like the brownstone roofs, the lampposts, and the trees.
I added all sorts of colors to the brownstones, and I think it works. They are still red-brick, but a dash of yellow or blue really makes them more interesting.
Having never painted people this large before, I think they're a pretty good start.
I did a bit of layering with this painting -- adding basic light colors first and then adding details later. That really worked well. I later read that layering is an important watercolor technique, so it feels good to have discovered that on my own.
I gave shadows a try.
What I learned:
The street and cars were a challenge -- but a fascinating challenge, especially in the case of the street. I painted it black, because I assumed that asphalt is black. But it turned out way too dark, and made it difficult to add cars and other details. So I looked more closely at my photo and at my local city streets in real-life, and I realized that streets and roads aren't strictly black at all! The light can make them light gray, or even close to white when the sun is especially bright. And then I looked at other street-scene paintings, and artists often depict streets with a light coating of gray, or sometimes just a dash of black to give the feel of asphalt. How interesting! I softened my street a little with white paint, but I will simply put this lesson into practice next time around.
Cars are tough -- but I think that I can depict them with a little less detail, as I did with people. That may give them a sense of motion too.
Bright colors added to the people would help them to pop off the paper more.
The perspective is a bit off, but I kind of like it. Besides, it will get better with practice. I notice that my fence doesn't diminish to the vanishing point quickly enough. So interesting!
I think the colors can be even bolder.
This is really fun. Painting on-location must be even more challenging, because I found myself using the frame of my iPhone photo as a perspective guide. So, more learning opportunities ahead!
Great beauty, triumph, and heartache in this stage. Beauty in the amazing Normandy scenery. Triumph in Daniel Tekleheimanot being the first African rider to earn the Polka-Dot Jersey. And heartache in Tony Martin crashing in the last few kilometers of the stage. Mom and I are hoping he recovers tonight and is back in yellow tomorrow. Quite a stage.
Rooting for Cavendish to win the sprint, but a thrilling finish all the same with a well-earned victory by Greipel. Rain through much of this stage, and wind -- which caused a large break in the peloton once again. But for me I will remember most the beautiful wide open spaces of the countryside, the World War I memorials, and (as pictured above) the beautifully well-organized teams at the front of the peloton, keeping their GC contenders safe throughout the stage.
Pave or cobblestones -- whatever you want to call them, they defined this stage. All the favorites did well -- especially Nibali & Froome, who not only stayed in the front when the peloton split, but drove the race through some of the most difficult pave sections. But then the real shining star at the end was Tony Martin, who after switching a bike with a teammate within the last 10K, then pulled ahead of the pack to win the stage. Amazing! After three stages of disappointment, it was wonderful to finally see him take yellow.
The stage began seemingly so peaceful in Antwerp. But the anticipation of the last climb -- the Mur de Huy -- kept everyone nervous. It reached a breaking point around 53K from the end with a terrible crash. So many riders went down, including Fabian Cancellara in yellow. The officials stopped the race -- amazing and unprecedented -- which was the right call. But I loved seeing Cancellara still making it to the end with his teammates patting him on the back,