There’s a little convenience store a very short distance from where we live. Right across the street from the Massachusetts State House in fact. Coming back home today I passed this guy shoveling a whole bunch of shattered glass into buckets so he could cart it away. See the holes in the widow above him? Hard to know what caused them but one things…
With all the terrible news these days, I thought I would just post a happy picture of a bunch of people cooling off in Boston’s Frog Pond.
During the day a lot of people can be found on this stone bench. It’s a comfortable place to sit. However, the distressing thing is that those who find their way here are often pretty much down on their luck. This fellow though seems more lost in thought. Further down the way is the rougher crowd.
We’ve got a wading pool here in Boston called the Frog Pond. (My blog is named after it.) On a hot sunny weekend the place is packed with little people having a wonderful time. This little girl was splashing around happily with Daddy watching on from a distance. I took this photograph just as Daddy came over to her and said they needed to…
I have no idea of what’s actually going on here but I like the confluence of shapes.
I never saw what she was pointing at, but the wall and their postures were the real story. The picture is even somewhat out of focus but I don’t care. The color was too good to ignore.
Often when I go by this particular spot by the entrance to the main branch of Boston’s Public Library there’s a resting figure on it. Generally their posture/pose is not particularly notable. Today was different. There’s a maxim in street photography that it’s often necessary to visit the same spot over and over before a good picture reveals itself. So true!
I’ve got a confession to make and it’s a little embarrassing, living as I do in a city. New York has too much everything. Too many people, too much noise, too much traffic, too many things to do…too much, too much, too damn much! One could also say it’s got too many picture worthy places. …but I won’t.