I’m making a simple point here, one that’s been made over and over again. The most important part of a camera is what’s just behind its viewfinder.
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.
As physical places we take these junctures completely for granted. They’re everywhere. We think nothing of them. Yet, what about mental intersections? Our “should I” “shouldn’t I” moments. I’m not sure we pay these nearly enough attention.
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.
It’s below freezing, the wind cuts like a knife and she is coming or going. It’s a good story either way.
Standing at the door of death isn’t pleasant. It’s filled with pain, regret and an uneasy feeling you’d rather not be there. Everyone on this small rock we humans call home will die. It’s a given…but, all things being equal I’d rather sit by the water and look at birds.