The first ending. And knowing it would end
I wanted another. Lover, summer,
pen with which to write it all down.
The first disappointment. Which is not
remembered but lives in the body.
And how familiar it became …Dimitrov
Currently there is a wonderful exhibit of Turner artwork at the Mystic Museum in Connecticut, USA. I was busily wandering around taking photographs of the show when I stumbled upon this lady leaning idly against a couch near the entrance. The juxtaposition of her yawn and the Turner information was too good to miss.
This nice lady and her happy poodle posed for me looking longingly into a Starbucks door for the coffee that was due to come out soon. Normally I don’t ask permission of people to photograph them but, this fun composition wasn’t going to happen without their help.
I suspect it comes as no surprise, with a blog title like “Frog Pond Journal”, that we live near it. This image was recently taken at sunset, looking east over the skating rink towards Millennium Tower. The low sunlight helps emphasize the figures and skyline. It’s hard to overemphasize how important this facility is to the recreational life of the city.
My blogging problem is that if I place too much emphasis on the “Frog Pond” part of the title, it overly restricts my geographic coverage area. The word “Journal” helps broaden the blog’s content, as a kind of casual neighborhood newspaper.
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.
The voyeur quality of street photography is well documented by this image. This lady was huddled in a doorways with her hands over her mouth. I’m pretty sure she was talking, or listening, on her cell phone. One can’t be sure of course but, whatever was happening seemed to cause her quite a bit of concern as evidenced but the lines in her face and the worried look in her eyes.