The simple act of looking at something can be amazingly complex. As photographers we look all the time but often we see something entirely different from those who view are work. This photograph started out in color. The column was red and the boys shirts were different colors. I felt that version took away from the fixed gazes of the two subjects, but the juxtaposition of the tones and hues were interesting. Though I chose to eliminate the color, I’m sure that others would have preferred it.
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.
There are some folks on the street of this city that I’d prefer not tangling with. In situations like these my tiny Ricoh camera is very helpful.
For the last few hot and steamy days, the cooling spray of the Frog Pond fountain has provided hundreds of local youngsters a happy relief. Standing on the edge of this splashing joyful gathering yesterday I wished I was 5 years old again. Come to think of it, sitting here today writing this I wish the same thing.
The temperature was 88 degrees when I took this photo.
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.
I converted this photograph to black and white for a reason. The various shades of green and the little dancing yellow flowers just couldn’t compete with the skinny tree’s stark power.