The wonderful thing about living in the city is you never know what you’ll come across when you peer around the next tree trunk. I think this may be a hobbit but I can’t be sure.
Sharing what? Probably a joint. Outside the Boston Public Library no less. The file started out in color but I much prefer this black an white edit.
When faced with any adversity, in this case rain, The Boston, Beacon Hill matrons make the best of it and carry on.
Music may be somewhat of a misnomer for what this guy does but he seems happy and the little kids love him. All in all, not a bad gig.
As we walked past this scene this morning the world turned happy.
Every now and then we want nothing more than to be left alone.