You never know what might happen in an otherwise drizzly, boring day. Today, while I was running errands on Charles Street a swarm of big fire trucks came roaring up to a “Figs”, a pizza joint, apparently thinking it was on fire. It wasn’t, but I got a good photograph of one of the firemen pointing at something on the roof.
I never saw what she was pointing at, but the wall and their postures were the real story. The picture is even somewhat out of focus but I don’t care. The color was too good to ignore.