Posted on December 30, 2018
I love the quiet time before the city rouses itself. No horns, no sirens, only ths soft sounds of sleep slinking off.
Posted on October 7, 2018
Occasionally we get some pretty interesting stuff happening in our neighborhood. For instance yesterday there was a company of “Red Coats” camping out overnight on Boston Common to commemorate the British invasion of Boston.
Not only that but we also had some sort of futuristic cyborg thing hanging around too.
Posted on July 26, 2018
There are a number of people around Boston Common who feed the pigeons like this. Wads of breadcrumbs and popcorn are used to attract large gatherings of these birds who often land on their benefactor’s shoulders and arms to get closer to their handout.
If you look closely you’ll see sparrows and even an occasional starling enjoying the meal as well. But it’s the pushy livia domestica that get the most. What you don’t see off stage to the right are a couple of squirrels who will serve as the clean up crew.
Posted on July 17, 2018
As I approached this lady she was deep in her book and sipping a lemonade. It wasn’t really a good picture so I went by her and headed towards Boylston Street. On a hunch I glanced back at her and bingo she was doing deep knee bends. Now that was worthy of a few pictures.
There’s an old adage in photography that one should always look behind yourself from time to time. This is a perfect example of that advice.
Posted on June 30, 2018
“Take my picture man! Art is everything”
He had a good point. So I did.
Posted on January 15, 2018
One of true joys of living where we do is our proximity to Boston’s legendary Frog Pond. In the beginning of the city’s history it was exactly that. A little pond where cattle that grazed on Boston Common could drink. Now it’s used as a wading pool in the summer and a skating rink in the winter. It’s a huge community asset.
Last evening I took a short walk there just before dinner. It was a scene right out of a Currier and Ives print.
Posted on November 15, 2017
As one walks across the middle of Boston Common towards the Garden, a lovely row of streetlights marks the path down the hill towards Back Bay. A quiet diagonal leading to the cacophony of approaching buildings.