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Goodbye Old Friend

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I initially was attracted by the harsh side lighting illuminating the guy sitting on the bench. However as I got closer and started taking  pictures, the other figure walking away was also caught in my composition. As luck would have it, their blue clothes seemed to tie the two together and so not only did I not crop out the receding figure, it become an integral part of this composition.

The Fashion Street Guy

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I was chatting with this panhandler after I took his photograph when I noticed that the guy was decked out in a Ralph Lauren shirt! In fact aside from his huge beard, the guy looked pretty well off.

Who knows? It takes all kinds to fill up a city.

 

Portrait Of Beacon Hill

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For those of you who know the character, (characters?) of old line Beacon Hill. This matron peaking out suspiciously from her classic doorway says all you need to know.

Umbrella Chat

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Today is very rainy and miserable. I went out for a short walk just to stretch my legs. Since my faithful Ricoh GR isn’t weatherproof I wasn’t really able to carry it out in the open. I got this shot under an awning where this family of tourists was having a discussion of where to go next.

The kid’s green one is the star

Big Hurt On Boylston Street

 

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This is a scene on Boylston Street outside the public library. It’s reeking with human misery. I often find it hard and indeed intrusive to take these kind of photographs, yet the emotion in them is so striking I sometimes take the shot anyway. It’s a little like war photography, without the danger of course. Recording pain for the sake of getting some kind of lesson from it.

First Look

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Don’t you wish we still had that sense of wonder and anticipation.

Master Lock

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I know it’s a kind of silly title but I didn’t want to name this portrait something pretentious. This old gentleman was sitting by himself staring off into space in a sheltered corner of the main Frog Pond administrative building. While it looks like he is watching me, I’m pretty sure he isn’t. He was very much lost in his own thoughts.

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