Standing at the door of death isn’t pleasant. It’s filled with pain, regret and an uneasy feeling you’d rather not be there. Everyone on this small rock we humans call home will die. It’s a given…but, all things being equal I’d rather sit by the water and look at birds.
Going back to my previous post about the power of a black and white image. Here’s a comparison of exactly the same image, one with color, the other without. Which has the most punch?
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!
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.