Being dyslexic I don’t read that many books. I tend to be more an image person. My wife, on the other hand, devours books and loves to go to book stores and other gatherings of the printed word-world. I’m glad to tag along on the journeys as they tend to produce good opportunities for candid photographs. The pictures below are of Boston’s annual Antiquarian Book Fair. It was a gathering of some pretty rare items, both printed and human.
We went to Boston’s Antiquarian Book Fair recently. This post and the next one will share some of the pictures I made there.
This first one is of an old book seller with his eyes closed. It looks like he’s dead. Actually he was in fact very lively and looked like he was doing a brisk business.
I could easily to tack a glib title on this photograph. (How many riffs on the word trash can you come up with?) Actually this is a hard, cruel portrait of a sad, desperate man. The weather is very cold. He’s directly across the street from a glitzy Apple store and he has no money in his cup. The current administration in Washington creates these people. DAMN IT!!
Another winter has come
your head and hands go numb
looking forward to the frost and snow
nights spent near the fire watching the embers glow.
I know, I know drawing on buildings is frowned on but, I would contend that this chalk landscape on our grungy Park Street subway entrance is someone’s desire to make the place a little happier and to a large extent they succeeded.
Everyone has at least one.