I often try to get an afternoon walk in for some exercise. Today the route was in the vicinity of Washington Street, meandering along its feeder roads. There’s a well respected homeless shelter called Saint Francis House along the route I took today. It’s not unusual to find clients of the facility standing outside its front door. These two men were there as I passed by.
Being dyslexic I don’t read that many books. I tend to be more an image person. My wife, on the other hand, devours books and loves to go to book stores and other gatherings of the printed word-world. I’m glad to tag along on the journeys as they tend to produce good opportunities for candid photographs. The pictures below are of Boston’s annual Antiquarian Book Fair. It was a gathering of some pretty rare items, both printed and human.
We were in Harvard Square this morning and as usual I was toting my little Ricoh along taking street shots. These two folks represent book ends of the seeming endless stream of humanity that was there. One looks very watchful, almost scared. The other doesn’t seem to have a care in the world.
There’s an old but true saying that says in effect that reality is what we choose to think it is.
These two photographs were taken within about a minute of each other. My guess would be that the individuals in each view reality entirely differently.
If you don’t have something to read on mass transportation, be it planes, buses or trains, it’s very easy to slip into a semi-comatose state where although you’re awake, there’s no light in your brain room.
These folks yesterday on our 3 more than hour bus trip to North Adams exhibited that awake-but-not condition very well.