It was cold that day and he was hungry.
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.
Sometimes the often overlooked, humblest of subjects make fine images.
This is my new favorite photograph. (of myself)
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.
The story of this image starts with a request by a friend to take a portrait of him. Not just any portrait but one for his obituary. It was not something I relished but how could I say no?
The day of the session I took the requested photographs and was preparing to leave when I noticed his wife sitting against a plain grey wall in their sitting room. Her face was a study in worry.
I only took one picture of her. This is it.
A nice Daddy taking his son for a stroll. A sweet moment.