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.
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.
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.
This group of friendly panhandlers on Cambridge Street in Boston look almost like they’re posing. They weren’t though. In fact the guy on the right spotted my little Ricoh GR camera and cheerfully yelled something I didn’t understand as I strode by.
I’ve tried a lot of camera brands for street photography but none have served me better than Ricoh. It’s very small, it’s got a great lens and best of all, it allows something called “snap shooting” which is having the camera always prefocused so all one has to do is click the shutter. In short, it’s discrete and deadly fast.
Bobby’s usual begging spot is on the steps of the Starbucks shop on the corner of Beacon and Charles Streets in Boston. He’s one of the nicest beggars you’ll ever meet. Bobby has been trying to get a room in the Charles Street shelter for as long as I’ve known him. Today he told me that he thinks he’s getting near the head of the line. He’s been trying for that room for as long as I’ve known him.