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.
Sometimes a fleeting glance can tell a story. It may be not be accurate but so what. It’s fun to try to figure out anyway.
I admit he’s left over from our Halloween but he seems perfectly able to do double duty.
This was not taken on the streets, nor is it an image that I usually,post, but the hands and the deep blacks made a deep impression on me.
The sign on the umbrella coupled with this young black man with his head on his hands seems to send a contemporary message.
Boston has the third oldest subway system in the world. It’s very old and VERY rickety. As you might guess it can often be a quite stressful experience. Looks like his gentleman, exiting the Copley station, just experienced it.
I was on my way to get lunch today when I came across this guy sitting under an overpass asking for money. I stopped, gave him some, and had a nice chat. He was being treated at the nearby Massachusetts Hospital and had only nice thing to say about his doctors.
I gathered his cancer was very serious but his attitude was accepting of his condition. Looking at one’s death close up is hard. There is a Buddhist meditation theory that meditating on our death clarifies the mind and helps us to see things more clearly.
The gentle demeanor of this man was very powerful.