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.
This is the fountain in the middle of the Frog Pond, Boston’s favorite wading pool. On any given summer day, it’s surrounded by happy kids. It’s always a very happy place.
With all the terrible news these days, I thought I would just post a happy picture of a bunch of people cooling off in Boston’s Frog Pond.
We’ve got a wading pool here in Boston called the Frog Pond. (My blog is named after it.) On a hot sunny weekend the place is packed with little people having a wonderful time. This little girl was splashing around happily with Daddy watching on from a distance. I took this photograph just as Daddy came over to her and said they needed to leave.
She was good about it but took a few more dunks before finally getting out and leaving her hat in the pool for daddy to retrieve.
One of true joys of living where we do is our proximity to Boston’s legendary Frog Pond. In the beginning of the city’s history it was exactly that. A little pond where cattle that grazed on Boston Common could drink. Now it’s used as a wading pool in the summer and a skating rink in the winter. It’s a huge community asset.
Last evening I took a short walk there just before dinner. It was a scene right out of a Currier and Ives print.
I know it’s a kind of silly title but I didn’t want to name this portrait something pretentious. This old gentleman was sitting by himself staring off into space in a sheltered corner of the main Frog Pond administrative building. While it looks like he is watching me, I’m pretty sure he isn’t. He was very much lost in his own thoughts.