Going down Charles Street I came across a large bunch of tourists being led by a guide. One of them was this lady who I managed to photograph close up. To me she has a look of intelligent defiance. I like that a lot. I’d like to send her this portrait but odds are that’s the last time I’ll ever see her.
Not my usual Boston-centric street-photograph but rather a west coast shot of some friends talking beside the sea in Santa Barbara, California. The reason I’ve included it here is that it can serve as an example of how a photo can transition from one genre to another in post processing.
When this image started out, it was in color and exposed in a way that my friends’ features were clearly visible. By converting it to monochrome and making it a silhouette, the abstract nature of the composition is highlighted, made even more striking by the arch encircling them.
Hope you like it.
Proctor Academy has a wonderful program where they take approximately 20 kids aboard the schooner Roseway for a 9 week voyage. It’s a hell of a learning experience!
We live in a city, Boston. It’s a tiny village compared to this New York monster.
We went to the Brimfield antique show this morning. As usual it was packed with booths selling all kinds of goods. The rotund man pictured above sold mostly antique rugs. He was a rather predatory, aggressive type who kept up a constant chatter with any person venturing near near his booth. At the moment I made this photograph he was resting, surveying the people going by for his next prey.
The Isabella Stuart Gardner Museum is a must-see for all art lovers visiting Boston. Its history and the dashing woman who founded it is worthy of serious study. This low light photograph of one of its great rooms is my attempt to convey a 19th century feeling which would correspond with the century in which Mrs. Gardner’s building was started.
Believe it or not this was taken at the Harvard subway stop around 8:30pm on the fourth of July. The lack of other figures is kind of spooky but by this time in the evening my guess is most people had already made their way to the banks of the Charles River in Boston to listen to the concert and watch the fireworks.