This photograph is of the Arlington Street Church’s tower framed by some trees growing just inside Boston’s Public Garden. As images go it’s a perfectly nice juxtaposition of the natural with the urban environment. I like it but it’s nothing special. A “postcard” picture if you will.
However, in this time of Covid-19, it helps take the edge off my jagged emotional state.
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.
I know I’ve told you numerous times that we live very near the Frog Pond which is located in the Boston Common. For a photographer, this area is a never ending source of material. This shot was taken just as the light was going from dusk to dark.
The more I take photographs, the more the power of a black and white image appeals to me. That’s not to say every image looks better in monochrome but when the colors are dull and details lend themselves to having their contrast cranked up, the result can be pretty good.
Color is seductive but all too often it can obscure a weak composition.
When I made this photograph, it was 23 degrees, blowing pretty hard and the sun was setting. The lagoon in Boston’s Public Garden had frozen solid. For some reason this group of people had gathered at its edge to look at I know not what. I darkened the image considerably and converted it to black and white to try to give a sense of the weather.
Boston Common is a 50 acre park in the middle of the city’s downtown section. It’s the oldest park in the United States having its beginning in 1634. While it’s certainly old, it has kept up with the times very well. This view from the 5th floor of a building on Beacon Street is an example of its current look.
Every year after Thanksgiving and before Christmas the Common puts on its festive mantle of decorative lights and the Frog Pond wading pool becomes a skating rink. It’s a lovely transition!
This morning early it was gloomy, spitting rain and feeling like a “I’m not going out if I don’t have to.” kind of day. However, that feeling vanished once I looked out our back window into the enclosed courtyard below.