The distance between the photographs in my previous post and this one is about 100 yards.
I suppose the word bucolic might be a bit of an overstatement for the middle of a city but today some farm folks set up what amounted to a mini petting zoo of baby farm animals near, of all places, the Park Street subway station. Seeing inner city kids crowding around these babies was a flat-out lovely sight.
Walking home yesterday I chanced to peek through this hole cut in a black wooden fence on Beacon Hill. There were these lovely blossoms staring back at me.
In any big city one always sees a lot of misery walking the streets as I do. I am shying away from posting a lot of these kind of images because it’s beginning to seem more and more intrusive. That said, I ran across this man today deep in quiet grief and cropping the photograph in a tight square really hightened its emotional content….
Maybe he’s a sweet man. Loves his mother, adores kids, that sort of thing. Somehow I have a hard time believing that.
This is an installation on Boston Common of 37,000 flags honoring Massachusetts heroes who have died in service to our nation. A most impressive and sobering sight.
There is a lovely soft quiet here as pilgrims and patriots rest peacefully. Even the tourists milling don’t harm the mood.
I took this photo very quickly as I was walking by this man sitting on the bridge overlooking the Boston Garden Lagoon. His wry expression, arched eyebrows and all, is terrific. Hard to tell what he’s thinking but who cares!
This lady was in the Boston Garden today. She was really very captivating. Especially to the little kids to whom she would give a mint candy if they dropped some money into her cash box. It goes without saying she was minting moolah but it appeared she was doing it for an artist organization…More power to her!