Sometimes a couple, if they are really blessed, become not two but one.
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.
To my mind black and white images love rain. Puddles and water drops making their lovely circles sing in the wet.
Boston’s main public library has a magnificent interior courtyard. I like to sit at one of the small tables that are dotted along the main walkway between the old building and the new modern entrance. By sitting quietly and hiding my camera in my lap, I can take photographs of the passersby.
This young man made a nice silhouette against the building’s walls. You can just see that his eyes are closed giving him a nice pensive look.
Most of us take walking for granted. Then there are those brave souls who struggle with this seeming simple act.
This is my new favorite photograph. (of myself)
Muir Woods to be exact. A lovely national park just north of San Francisco. The light among these giant redwoods varied constantly from harsh direct sun to a gloomy darkness, making the extreme contrast hard to handle. This couple in front of me just got kissed by the sun in a way that created a silhouetted look that I liked.
Walking is good exercise. That’s pretty much a given. One’s daily wanderings can be enhanced greatly by carrying a camera. Here is my harvest from yesterday.
I met this guy while I was watching a gathering of people celebrating something called “4/20”. You don’t know what “4/20” is? I certainly didn’t. My friend here said, “It’s a pot celebration day, man. Look how mellow these folks are.” They certainly were.
We have a lot of asian tourists here in Boston. Unlike some cities in the far east our air is really pretty clean. However this lady was taking absolutely no chances.
Finally there was this somewhat overweight young dancer practicing her pirouettes in a small side street.
It was a pretty good haul. I don’t normally get this lucky.