Photographs and thoughts on photography and camera collecting
I came across these two women, engrossed in conversation by the mill pond at Philipsburg Manor. Judging by the Nikon camera (I can’t tell whether it’s a DSLR or mirrorless) at least one of them is a photographer.
Taken with a Fuji X-E3 and Sigma 18-50mm f2.8
During a recent visit to a nearby cemetery I spotted a motorcycle by the side of the road. The owner had apparently gone into the woods to find something to weigh down the banner hanging from the pole. After a couple of minutes, he returned. I walked over and asked him if could take his photograph. He agreed. I took the photograph and we chatted for a while.
He told me that a member of his club had recently passed away and that some of his fellow members were going to pass by in his memory. He also told me that the club expected about 100 riders to pass through the cemetery. Furthmore, there was to be an outdoor celebration somewhere afterwards, and the club anticipated that about 300 people would be there. I guess the deceased must have be quite popular.
The club in question is the Yonkers Motorcycle Club. He told me that it was the oldest motorycle club in the world. And indeed, that’s how its website describes it too. The first few paragraphs of the history section of the website describe it as follows:
The Yonkers Motorcycle Club originally started as the Yonkers Bicycle Club, which was founded by Elliott Mason on Nov 19, 1879. The club consisted of 25 men, who wore a greyish brown corduroy uniform with a polo cap bearing the clubs initials, and the club colors were of crimson and gold.
Elliott Mason was a “Columbia” bicycle agent in Yonkers, who went to work as a general manger for the Pope Manufacturing Company at 12 Warren Street, establishing the oldest cycle depot in New York City. Over the years, he became one of Colonel Albert Augustus Pope’s most loyal and trusted companions.
Elliot Mason was also one of the founders of the League of American Wheelmen, created in Newport, Rhode Island on May 30, 1880. One hundred fifty bicyclists from 32 different clubs came to Newport, where they officially formed the organization, and wrote and ratified its constitution the next day. Their mission, as stated in the constitution, was “to promote the general interests of bicycling, to ascertain, defend and protect the rights of wheelmen, and encourage and facilitate touring.”
This History section provides much more information. You can find it here.
Taken with a Fuji X-E3 and Sigma 18-50mm f2.8
My niece got married yesterday. She looked gorgeous in her traditional Filipino dress, called a “Terno”. I couldn’t attend the wedding, but coincidentally I’d come across the male version of a traditional Filipino dress a few days ago while looking through a closet. It’s called a “Barong” and here I am wearing it. The last time I wore it was in 1999 when my daughter got married. It was quite tight then, but now no longer – I’ve lost a lot of weight.
Taken with a Sony RX100 M3.
A cousin in the UK recently sent me this picture. She’s into genealogy and has been building a family tree for us. She informed me that this is my grandmother (Mary Emily Poole) and grandfather (George Dale). As you’ve probably guessed it was taken on their Wedding Day.
I knew my grandmother, but my grandfather passed away sometime before I born. I think this is the only picture I have of him. I vaguely remember another one, but I haven’t see it for years. I remember my grandmother as a rather ferocious, elderly women. It’s easy to forget that she was once young. I understood that he was quite a bit older than she was, but in the picture, this doesn’t seem to be case. Maybe he looked younger than his actual age.
This is the part where I usually mention what camera was used. Of course in this case I haven’t got a clue.
Costumed interpreters re-enact life in pre-Revolutionary times, doing chores, milking the cows, and grinding grain in the grist mill. They also act as guides.
The current tour was in the manor house, and they were waiting for them to emerge. This gave me a chance to go over and chat with them. I work with Briarcliff Manor-Scarborough Historical Society, which is only 6 miles away from the manor. They had an extensive knowledge of local history (one of them was a retired history teacher) so we didn’t have difficulties finding things to discuss.
Taken with a Fuji X-E3 and Fuji XC 16-50mm f3.5-5.6 OSS II