Boston’s main public library has a magnificent interior courtyard. I like to sit at one of the small tables that are dotted along the main walkway between the old building and the new modern entrance. By sitting quietly and hiding my camera in my lap, I can take photographs of the passersby.
This young man made a nice silhouette against the building’s walls. You can just see that his eyes are closed giving him a nice pensive look.
It was 87 degrees when I made this photograph so I’m unsure why this man is wearing his hat. His gaze is definitely unsettling. However, I’ve been doing this street shooting long enough to resist conclusions about his character. That said, I’m glad he didn’t see my camera.
During the day a lot of people can be found on this stone bench. It’s a comfortable place to sit. However, the distressing thing is that those who find their way here are often pretty much down on their luck. This fellow though seems more lost in thought. Further down the way is the rougher crowd.
This is a scene on Boylston Street outside the public library. It’s reeking with human misery. I often find it hard and indeed intrusive to take these kind of photographs, yet the emotion in them is so striking I sometimes take the shot anyway. It’s a little like war photography, without the danger of course. Recording pain for the sake of getting some kind of lesson from it.