This photograph feels really strange to me. It’s because the time is around 4 in the afternoon and for some unaccountable reason Charles Street is virtually deserted. I stood in the middle of the road for quite a long time taking it. It’s doubtful this scene will be repeated often.
There’s a very nice coffee house/snack shop on Charles Street near where we live in Boston called Taté. I went there this morning to buy something called a “morning bun”. It’s addictive! While I was perched on my stool eating, I set my camera up on the table pointing at the checkout counter. From time to time, I idly pressed the shutter button. This image was the best of around a dozen,
This young lady was photographed through a diner widow. Lost in thought with her book and a bottle of water, she seems totally unaware of her surroundings or the guy with a camera taking her picture.
According to their walker, this particular group of dogs has been together for quite a few years. They were really well behaved, almost bored. Nice to see a pack so friendly. As for the guy, unlike so many dog walkers who are clearly doing it as an interim job, this man seemed very contented with his occupation.
All in all a nice encounter.
Actually maybe he isn’t tough at all. Just a loving, gentle dad taking a break on a bench on Charles Street here in Boston. The harsh light gave me an opportunity to emphasise his big arms, strong face and bald head. The black tee-shirt and strong shadows complete this rather menacing street portrait.
Doesn’t she look scary?! Maybe I should call POTUS to get her deported. Or just maybe she is just shopping happily along Charles Street with a bunch of friends.
Here’s a clue. It’s the latter.
This is Michael (last name unknown), king of our local panhandlers. Michael’s “office” is at the corner of Charles and Beacon Streets, right outside of the front door to Starbucks. Today as we were going by, my generous wife Sarah stopped long enough to slip him a buck and I tried to take a portrait of him as he went about his chosen profession of separating passersby from their money.
Maybe he’s a sweet man. Loves his mother, adores kids, that sort of thing.
Somehow I have a hard time believing that.
Cute kid today seen walking down Charles Street.