Yesterday I was lucky enough to grab this quick photograph of the young lad running along the edge of the lagoon in Boston’s Public Garden. (I had a Fuji 23mm f2 lens on my XT3 camera.)
Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall! Robert Louis Stevenson
The wonderful thing about living in the city is you never know what you’ll come across when you peer around the next tree trunk. I think this may be a hobbit but I can’t be sure.
I have no idea what this plant is called but when illuminated by the low sun, its leaves burst into a green fire.
Every now and then we want nothing more than to be left alone.
It’s almost surreal.