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.
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.
When I first saw these three guys, my first thought was that a tight cropping of the group emphasizing their orange uniforms would be fun. However, as I got closer, the colorful jumble of colors and shapes was very striking. I didn’t come in as close as I had originally intended and the resulting image is before you.
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,
I used to live in midcoast Maine year round. Maine is a pretty unique place. If you weren’t born there, the locals will always consider you “from away” no matter how long you you’ve lived in the state.
The face above belongs to a man who, for years, was in charge of our local recycling facility. Like Maine he was always friendly but at the same time, distant.