Boston’s Chinatown

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.

Don’t Hide From Reality

My wife and I live in the Beacon Hill section of Boston. Real estate is expensive here thus you might think that it’s probably unlikely that the social unrest that’s been sweeping the globe would be much of a factor in our neighborhood. You’d be very wrong.

Our place is a very short distance from the Massachusetts State House.

We’ve experienced many demonstrations both peaceful and violent.

The point I want to make then is this. DO NOT THINK WHAT OUR COUNTRY IS CURRENTLY GOING THROUGH ISN’T YOUR CONCERN!

The Nice Flower Lady

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.

Loopy Confused Cranky

We live in Boston. I used to think it was a pretty intelligent, enlightened place. No more.

Since the virus hit and George Floyd was murdered, this place is going nuts.

Rain rain and MORE RAIN

We have access to a widow overlooking Boston Common, a lovely 50 acre park. Smack dab in the middle of the city. The land is a fantastic asset and used daily by many many people. Not so the day before yesterday. That day, the rain NEVER stopped!

Summer rain is one thing, but February rain is something completely different. As this image, hopefully shows.

Sunset Skating 1/29/2020

I suspect it comes as no surprise, with a blog title like “Frog Pond Journal”, that we live near it. This image was recently taken at sunset, looking east over the skating rink towards Millennium Tower. The low sunlight helps emphasize the figures and skyline. It’s hard to overemphasize how important this facility is to the recreational life of the city.

My blogging problem is that if I place too much emphasis on the “Frog Pond” part of the title, it overly restricts my geographic coverage area. The word “Journal” helps broaden the blog’s content, as a kind of casual neighborhood newspaper.

“Men at Work” (It’s all about the Context.)

When I first saw these three guys, my first thought was that a tight cropping of the group emphasizing their orange uniforms would be fun. However, as I got closer, the colorful jumble of colors and shapes was very striking. I didn’t come in as close as I had originally intended and the resulting image is before you.