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Meet the Therapist

Posted on by Fredrik Bodin
A visitor came into the room to see my room mate, accompanied by his adorable dog. I asked if I could pet Zoie. With a short command she jumped onto my bed, licked my hand, and snuggled down for a nap. She's a "therapy" dog, trained and certified. Dogs like Zoie can relieve stress, lower blood pressure, and improve mood. In recent years, therapy dogs have been enlisted to help children overcome speech and emotional disorders. Therapy dogs are now common at many disaster sites. As a patient fighting cancer in hospitals and in rehab, I can honestly say: "God Bless the owners and their dogs."
A visitor came into the room to see my room mate, accompanied by his adorable dog. I asked if I could pet Zoie. With a short command she jumped onto my bed, licked my hand, and snuggled down for a nap. She’s a “therapy” dog, trained and certified. Dogs like Zoie can relieve stress, lower blood pressure, and improve mood. In recent years, therapy dogs have been enlisted to help children overcome speech and emotional disorders, are now common at many disaster sites.
As a patient fighting cancer in hospitals and in rehab, I can honestly say: “God Bless the owners and their dogs.”

Visit

Posted on by Fredrik Bodin
Joey Ciaramitaro and Donna Ardizzoni visited to wish me well. It was energizing to see them walk in together! It won't be long before I can call on them.
Joey Ciaramitaro and Donna Ardizzoni visited to wish me well. It was energizing to see them walk in together! It won’t be long before I can call on them. 

Stranger in a Strange Land

Posted on by Fredrik Bodin
Poor Merri is beside herself. She's on a perch outside the cage, in our dining room hutch, Our fragile little parakeet is away from her family and famlliar surroundings. Are the oyster knives to carve her upon the serving platter? What’s going on here and what do her body languarge and expression say?
Poor Merri is beside herself. She’s on a perch outside the cage, in our dining room hutch, Our fragile little parakeet is away from her family and famlliar surroundings. Are the oyster knives to carve her up on the serving platter? What’s going on here and what do her body languarge and expression say?

Watching Black and White Birds

Posted on by Fredrik Bodin
I saw two large black birds in a nearby tree, too large to be crows. Today, a big seagull was perched on the peak of a roof. The bird had an injured leg, just like me. For the homie, it''s do or die time. I balance my laptop while in bed, trying to not bend my legs and cause pain. Homie flew away, and I write this and wait for my physical therapy.
I saw two large black birds in a nearby tree, too large to be crows. Today, a big seagull perched on the peak of a roof. The bird had an injured leg, just like me. For the homie, it”s do or die (fly) time. I balance my laptop while in bed, bending my legs and causing pain. Homie flew away, as I write this and wait for physical therapy. These are the hands we have been dealt.

March Snow

Posted on by Fredrik Bodin
During my time laid up in the hospital, I really appreciate storms. They make the days more exciting , and give me a chance to compose interesting photos. Soon enough, I'll be able to put on my coat and venture out into the weather.
During my time laid up in the hospital, I really appreciate storms. They make my days more exciting, and give me a chance to compose interesting photos. Soon enough, I’ll be able to put on my coat and venture out into the weather.

Our Friend Marty, Special in Many Ways!

Posted on by Fredrik Bodin
It's always good to see Marty and his wife Barbara. We are former New Yorkers, born and raised in the Manhattan area, lived in upstate NY, and ended up here in paradiise: Cape Ann. But a love of photography is the the glue of the friendship between Marty and I. Every day ar 5 pm, I eagerly view his posts on Good Morning Gloucester.
It’s always good to see Marty Luster and his wife Barbara. We are former New Yorkers, born and raised in the Manhattan area, lived in upstate NY, and ended up here in paradiise: Cape Ann. But a love of photography is the the glue of the friendship between Marty and I. Every day ar 5 pm, I eagerly view his posts on Good Morning Gloucester.

Jack London’s Sea Wolf?

Posted on by Fredrik Bodin
Last night a friend and I watched "The Sea Wolf." released in 1941. The Warner Bros. black & white film starred Edward G. Robinson and Ida Lupino. The movie is set on the three masted schooner "Ghost", which looks like a schooner photo I have in my collection. After research on Google, I don't think there' a match. Based on a novel by Jack London, I believe the locaton is the Pacific West Coast.
Last night a friend and I watched “The Sea Wolf.” released in 1941. The Warner Bros. black & white film starred Edward G. Robinson and Ida Lupino. The movie is set on the three masted schooner “Ghost”, which looks like a schooner photo I have in my collection. After research on Google, I don’t think there’ a match. Based on a novel by Jack London, I believe the locaton is the Pacific West Coast.

Mardi Gras Spirit Lifter

Posted on by Fredrik Bodin
It was haircut time for me. Fortunately, I could get a wash and cut in the rehab facility. I wheeled myself into the 'Beauty Salon," where Patty of Rockport styled my hair as I sat in my wheel chair. A true haircut of opportunity.
It was haircut time for me. Fortunately, I could get a wash and cut in the rehab facility. I wheeled myself into the ‘Beauty Salon,” where Patty of Rockport styled my hair as I sat in my wheel chair. A true haircut of opportunity.

Breakfast in Rockport

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This photo was taken from my kitchen window one year ago. Spring brings promise, and I'm looking forward to it. If you think this is not an American Robin, please let us know.
This photo was taken from my kitchen window one year ago. Spring brings promise, and I’m looking forward to it. If you think this is not an American Robin, please let us know.

Good Harbor Beach Neighborhood

Posted on by Fredrik Bodin
Good Harbor Beach as it looked in 1939. The houses and the bridge are pretty much the same. The snow - well warmer weather is around the corner. Donna Ardizonni was talking about her desire to go to the beach when it warms up. I hope she's patient!
Good Harbor Beach as it looked in 1939. The houses and the bridge are pretty much the same. The snow – well warmer weather is around the corner. Donna Ardizzoni was talking about her desire to go to the beach when it warms up. I hope she’s patient!

Ready to Ship

Posted on by Fredrik Bodin
After salting, the cod was packed into wooden boxes to ship just about anywhere in the world. To learn more about cod and the Gloucester fishery, read Mark Kurlansky's excellent book: "Cod, a Biography of the Fish that Changed the World." The Bookstore on Main Street has it, and I've seen salted cod in local supermarkets.
After salting, the cod was packed into wooden boxes to ship just about anywhere in the world. To learn more about cod and the Gloucester fishery, read Mark Kurlansky’s excellent book: “Cod, a Biography of the Fish that Changed the World.” The Bookstore on Main Street has it, and I’ve seen salted cod in local supermarkets.

Salt Barque, Gloucester, 1912

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The Italian salt barque Nostra Signora del Boschetto drying her sails. When Gloucester could not make enough salt for our fleet, we imported it from Europe.
The Italian salt barque Nostra Signora del Boschetto drying her sails. When Gloucester could not make enough salt for our fleet, we imported it from Europe.

Here We Go Again!

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Winter View From Charles Cleaves' Attic, circa 1900. At 5pm, it just started snowing on Main Street, and the plows are out. There is a parking ban on the streets of the City of Gloucester.
Winter View From Charles Cleaves’ Attic in Rockport, circa 1900. At 5pm, it just started snowing on Main Street, and the plows are out. There is a parking ban on the streets of the City of Gloucester.

Haystacks

Posted on by Fredrik Bodin
Haystacks are common wherever hay is grown. The purpose is to to let the hay dry in open air, and not become moist and rot. These haystacks were photographed by Gloucester's Charles E. Dennison. I think he was inspired by Monet's famous Haystacks series of oil paintings. From what I know of Dennison, the photo was taken in the North Shore area. He was also a painter. By chance, I was browsing Main Street Arts and Antiques on Main Street. There on the wall was a painting of haystacks by Charles E. Dennison! It was based on this photo. I bought it for a few million dollars less than a Monet. There are still haystacks along Route 133 between Essex and Ipswich. Get some shots while you can.
Haystacks are common wherever hay is grown. The purpose is to to let the hay dry in open air, and not become moist and rot. These haystacks were photographed by Gloucester’s Charles E. Dennison. I think he was inspired by Monet’s famous Haystacks series of oil paintings. From what I know of Dennison, the photo was taken in the North Shore area. He was also a painter. By chance, I was browsing Main Street Arts and Antiques on Main Street. There on the wall was a painting of haystacks by Charles E. Dennison! It was based on this photo. I bought it for a few million dollars less than a Monet. There are still haystacks along Route 133 between Essex and Ipswich. Get some shots while you can.

Farewell Good Friend

Posted on by Fredrik Bodin
Last Monday, January 13th, we lost a good friend, Chip Norton. I rowed with Chip for 3 or 4 years, and he was a good friend of the gallery, as well as Good Morning Gloucester. My heart goes out to his family. Services are to be held on Monday, January 20, at the First Congregational Church of Rockport at 11 a.m. with a reception to follow. Flowers may be sent to the church prior to the service. The photo is of Chip at one of the last July 4th Lanesville Parades. He was a great guy.
Last Monday, January 13th, we lost a good friend, Chip Norton. I rowed with Chip for 3 or 4 years, and he was a good friend of the gallery, as well as Good Morning Gloucester. My heart goes out to his family. Services are to be held on Monday, January 20, at the First Congregational Church of Rockport at 11 a.m. with a reception to follow. Flowers may be sent to the church prior to the service. The photo is of Chip at one of the last July 4th Lanesville Parades. He was a great guy.

Here’s Chip back in 2009 in the oar shed at Maritime Gloucester-

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Folly Cove, One of Our Many Treasures

Posted on by Fredrik Bodin
I took a short drive with my camera around sunset. Folly Cove Always looks great, but for some reason is difficult to photograph. But I pulled over anyway and took this picture. In the summer, the sun sets over Ipswich Bay at the Lobster Pool http://www.lobsterpoolrestaurant.com/main/index.php It's the only place other than Key West that the customers stop eating, stand up, and applaud the sunset.
I took a short drive with my camera around sunset. Folly Cove Always looks great, but for some reason is difficult to photograph. But I pulled over anyway and took this picture. In the summer, the sun sets over Ipswich Bay at the Lobster Pool http://www.lobsterpoolrestaurant.com/main/index.php It’s the only place other than Key West that the customers stop eating, stand up, and applaud the sunset.
As I was making a few photographs of the sunset over Folly Cove, I heard a babbling brook. It must have been the snow melt from across the road and the quietness of the season. I saw and photographed another angle of this that included a length of silver ribbon entangled in the bush. It made me think of all the wonderful times I've had there with my late parents, my sister (Painter Barb), and now Janet. I think of all the "eat in the rough" memorable occasions that others have had at the Lobster Pool. It's very special.
As I was making a few photographs of the sunset over Folly Cove, I heard a babbling brook. It must have been the snow melt from across the road and the quietness of the season. I saw and photographed another angle of this that included a length of silver ribbon entangled in the bush. It made me think of all the wonderful times I’ve had there with my late parents, my sister (Painter Barb), and now Janet. I also think of all the “eat in the rough” memorable occasions that others have had at the Lobster Pool. It’s very special.