Boston’s main public library has a magnificent interior courtyard. I like to sit at one of the small tables that are dotted along the main walkway between the old building and the new modern entrance. By sitting quietly and hiding my camera in my lap, I can take photographs of the passersby.
This young man made a nice silhouette against the building’s walls. You can just see that his eyes are closed giving him a nice pensive look.
Dressed in floor length black, wearing a sensible hat and shoes, topped off by a long chain necklace, small cross and rings on both hands, this lady has walked down from Beacon Hill to shop for a bargain at a Boston retail institution.