This nice lady and her happy poodle posed for me looking longingly into a Starbucks door for the coffee that was due to come out soon. Normally I don’t ask permission of people to photograph them but, this fun composition wasn’t going to happen without their help.
Bobby’s usual begging spot is on the steps of the Starbucks shop on the corner of Beacon and Charles Streets in Boston. He’s one of the nicest beggars you’ll ever meet. Bobby has been trying to get a room in the Charles Street shelter for as long as I’ve known him. Today he told me that he thinks he’s getting near the head of the line. He’s been trying for that room for as long as I’ve known him.
Not for this kid.
Don’t you wish we still had that sense of wonder and anticipation.
In case I haven’t told you before, my wife Sarah is a voracious reader. I admire that trait very much and often wish I read more myself. However I’m dyslexic and content myself to more visual activities. I took this picture of her in our local Starbucks as she was chugging along trying to finish a book that she didn’t like.
Why read a book you don’t like you ask? She belongs to a book club of very fierce opinionated ladies and it was required reading for this month’s meeting.
You know the feeling. Eyes blurred, mind dull, attitude grim. Sure signs of a coffee addict waiting for his first hit.
Living in Boston as we do, Starbucks coffee shops are everywhere. This one is just down the hill from us and I go there every Sunday morning to pick up the Boston Globe and the New York Times. Even as late as 8:30 or 9:00 a lot of the regulars still haven’t shown up. Today I had the good fortune of taking a photograph of this guy who seemed either to be reading the paper of nursing a gigantic hangover.