This photograph feels really strange to me. It’s because the time is around 4 in the afternoon and for some unaccountable reason Charles Street is virtually deserted. I stood in the middle of the road for quite a long time taking it. It’s doubtful this scene will be repeated often.
The voyeur quality of street photography is well documented by this image. This lady was huddled in a doorways with her hands over her mouth. I’m pretty sure she was talking, or listening, on her cell phone. One can’t be sure of course but, whatever was happening seemed to cause her quite a bit of concern as evidenced but the lines in her face and the worried look in her eyes.
At 1246 Massachusetts Avenue, right next to the Harvard Book Store, is Mr. Bartley’s Burger Cottage. A perennial recipient of “Best of Boston” awards from The Boston Globe, The Improper Bostonian, and Boston Magazine, the food has been praised by The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal, Esquire, and The Food Network. The laundry list of celebrity customers and fans includes Johnny Cash, Jaqueline Onasis, Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, Bill Belichick, Al Pacino, Adam Sandler and Katie Couric.
Leaving all the hype aside, here’s my extremely short review. First, the burgers are very good, slightly too big but made with great ingredients and cooked very well. Second, the onion rings are excellent. Third, the frappes/milkshakes are very, very, VERY good. Fourth, the decor is a kind of intellectual grunge.
Mrs. Bartley is a real professional and very nice too.
Drop by if you’re in the area. It’s worth the stop.
I often try to get an afternoon walk in for some exercise. Today the route was in the vicinity of Washington Street, meandering along its feeder roads. There’s a well respected homeless shelter called Saint Francis House along the route I took today. It’s not unusual to find clients of the facility standing outside its front door. These two men were there as I passed by.
It’s below freezing, the wind cuts like a knife and she is coming or going. It’s a good story either way.
I know I’ve told you numerous times that we live very near the Frog Pond which is located in the Boston Common. For a photographer, this area is a never ending source of material. This shot was taken just as the light was going from dusk to dark.
It’s not often that one sees a rescue dog with an Instagram handle posing in the middle of a window of a fancy photo studio.( Maybe the previous sentence is an overstatement. Let’s change “It’s not often that one…” to “One never…”)