Yesterday I was lucky enough to grab this quick photograph of the young lad running along the edge of the lagoon in Boston’s Public Garden. (I had a Fuji 23mm f2 lens on my XT3 camera.)
I purposely underexposed this image and presented it in black and white because of this man’s sorrowful pose. Of course, he may not be sad at all, but if he isn’t, he certainly fooled me.
However, for the purposes of argument, let’s assume all he’s doing is taking a much deserved break from his kitchen duties, the wonderful geometry of his arms and legs would still call for de-emphasizing color. (A little more light in that case would of course be justified.)
This is the fountain in the middle of the Frog Pond, Boston’s favorite wading pool. On any given summer day, it’s surrounded by happy kids. It’s always a very happy place.
A foggy morning provides a blank canvas for these waterborne subjects.
It’s going to be over 90 degrees with high humidity again today. This little girl sitting by the edge of the Frog Pond is obviously soaked. My guess is she’s enjoying it very much.
These scenes are achingly beautiful and SO very short.
It’s not quite time to turn on the Frog Pond fountain in Boston Common but it should happen in a few more weeks. Since I just ordered a print of this photograph from WhiteWall I thought I might rush the season a bit and show it here.
Speaking of WhiteWall, if you don’t know about this company you should. It operates out of Germany and specializes in, among other things, borderless prints under acrylic. They do an absolutely fantastic job and the cost is really not that bad. Check them out. You’ll be glad that you did.
It’s time for a rest. A quiet break from the frantic acrimony that grips our nation. Maybe for a while we can just sit and watch the water flow slowly by. There is a natural world that needs our love. Let’s give some time to caring for it.
“An early-morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.”
Henry David Thoreau
For me, this small muddy creek and a weathered rotting railing team up to make a mental barrier to the beauty that lays beyond.