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…”)
You know, I kinda miss this guy. Michael (last name unknown) was almost a permanent fixture on the corner of Beacon and Charles streets. He was a very good street hustler and was very well known in the area. However he got stomach cancer and had to go to the hospital. The word is that Michael now has his own room and has given up his old life.
I got lucky with this shot. I had already passed this doorway when something made me turn around. This man had just appeared carrying a large can of construction debris. I had my camera ready and took a single exposure.
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.
There’s a very nice coffee house/snack shop on Charles Street near where we live in Boston called Taté. I went there this morning to buy something called a “morning bun”. It’s addictive! While I was perched on my stool eating, I set my camera up on the table pointing at the checkout counter. From time to time, I idly pressed the shutter button. This image was the best of around a dozen,
It’s just stopped raining as people begin to start their way home. While not quite rush hour yet, Winter Street is beginning to get crowded. I made a lot of photographs in this area today but decided to show only this one as it nicely shows the bustle of this time of day.
Eyes down, eyes ahead, passing swiftly filled with dread….seeing nothing.
Being dyslexic I don’t read that many books. I tend to be more an image person. My wife, on the other hand, devours books and loves to go to book stores and other gatherings of the printed word-world. I’m glad to tag along on the journeys as they tend to produce good opportunities for candid photographs. The pictures below are of Boston’s annual Antiquarian Book Fair. It was a gathering of some pretty rare items, both printed and human.
I could easily to tack a glib title on this photograph. (How many riffs on the word trash can you come up with?) Actually this is a hard, cruel portrait of a sad, desperate man. The weather is very cold. He’s directly across the street from a glitzy Apple store and he has no money in his cup. The current administration in Washington creates these people. DAMN IT!!