I don’t normally photograph in Boston’s Chinatown mainly because it’s a fair hike from where we live. Today however, my wife suggested we go there and wow was the walk fun! The neighborhood’s combination of grit and beauty was a street photographer’s banquet. The heat and humidity were pretty oppressive and I’m glad we finished early.
You don’t get much more tired than this.
This place is normally filled with cars. When it’s empty, the raw power of place takes hold.
This lock is on a decaying steel door in the Arthur Fiedler overpass to the Charles River Esplanade. It has a tough graphic quality that, to me at least, makes a nice bookend to the previous photo on this blog.