We had gone to Roche Brothers in Downtown Crossing for some early morning grocery shopping. Not having had breakfast, we bought a snack in their fast food area and sat down outside to eat it, when out of the blue came a roving street preacher. He didn’t stay long but his decibel level left a very strong impression.
It’s getting to be quite popular lately. I’m embarrassed to say that my grubby blue one is not nearly keeping up with the fashionistas around here, like this lady.
Since we live near the Massachusetts State House, we often hear noisy demonstrations in favor or against one thing or another. Today there was a group of anti-vaccination people lobbying for their god given right to allow their children to get sick from and pass on diseases like polio, anthrax, chicken pox, measles and presumably pretty soon, Covid-19.
I don’t normally photograph in Boston’s Chinatown mainly because it’s a fair hike from where we live. Today however, my wife suggested we go there and wow was the walk fun! The neighborhood’s combination of grit and beauty was a street photographer’s banquet. The heat and humidity were pretty oppressive and I’m glad we finished early.
I saw him in the convenience store as I was buying our papers.
I annoyed him as I passed by leaving.
This was one of those lucky captures that happen only occasionally. At first glance it might seem that I was holding my camera at ground level to achieve this angle of view. That wasn’t the case.
My subject, an elevator technician, was standing on the tailgate of his truck quickly unloading boxes of equipment. I was hurrying across a busy traffic intersection with a bunch of people when I spotted him. Luckily I had my Ricoh GR3 and it was set for “snap shooting”. I was able to reach past a fellow pedestrian and get one quick image.
By the way, if anyone reading this is interested in street photography, check Ricoh cameras. They are terrific for this kind of work!
Living in a crowded city is a strange combination of crowded intimacy and lonely reserve. As an example, there is very small, below street level doorway garden less than a block from us that always has a magnificent collection of roses seemingly endlessly in bloom. When winter comes, there’s a small bird feeder with a constant supply of suet that takes care of hundreds of house sparrows.
The caretaker of this blooming bounty is a nice lady with whom I occasionally exchange a few words, never much more.
Today was different. Setting out on my usual street shooting walk, I noticed a woman chatting happily with the owner of a very cute dog. The scene didn’t really lend itself to a photo so I just sat and watched. The surprise came as she was leaving her conversation with the dog owner she turned and recognized ME. My wife joined us and the three of us had a friendly conversation.
Anyway, the upshot to this is that in this often lonely time we are living through, a chance encounter sweeps away a lot of dusty cobwebs.
After the last few days of widespread, sometimes violent, protests about the George Floyd killing and the economic devastation brought on by Covid-19, I tried to find a couple of recent photographs that might sum up my current feelings. Here they are.
I have no idea what he meant by that. He was struggling with his words making less and less sense.
These kind of photographs bother me but I’m drawn to them. Human tragedy is hard to ignore.
I have no idea who he is. I think it might have been taken somewhere around the main branch of the Boston Public Library because of the marble and iron background. It doesn’t matter. His facial expression accurately captures the general mood around here.