When faced with any adversity, in this case rain, The Boston, Beacon Hill matrons make the best of it and carry on.
For those of you who are not familiar with the gentrified neighborhood of Boston’s Beacon Hill, think starchy Brahmins. Wasps with money and “sensible” clothes. Suffice it to say, this lady does not fit the profile.
PS I LOVE her hat!
These were happy little spring flowers yesterday. They were peaking their heads up in the next block down the hill from us. Today with the wind chill, the temperature hovering just above zero, I’m afraid they’re no longer there.
For most of this winter here in Boston it’s been very mild with little or no snow. Well, yesterday this all changed and we now have an honest to goodness winter scene outside. We’ve had it soft so far but today the temperature feels like zero and the sidewalk bricks of Beacon Hill are icey. Being careful are the watchwords for today.
It was rainy yesterday and not really conducive for a lot of walking. I had an errand to do at a nearby grocery store and on my way back up Beacon Hill I happened to stop beneath a tree with a big overhanging branch. Holding my camera over my head, I was able to frame our State House within the arc of the branch. Not what I would call a once in a lifetime image but the gold of the dome against the gloom of its surroundings made for a nice juxtaposition.
The problem wasn’t me, although to look at the guy in the red you’d think it was. No, what was bothering them was a load of rugs and some heavy furniture dangling from a high crane outside a 3rd floor window of a brownstone building on Beacon Street. The man in grey is yelling at someone across the road to “hurry the hell up” and the big guy in red is actually looking past me at yet another moving van coming down Beacon Hill.
We were on our way to breakfast when we passed this scene and needless to say getting out of the way of these guys as fast as we could was a priority. It was a fine photo op while it lasted though.