I could easily to tack a glib title on this photograph. (How many riffs on the word trash can you come up with?) Actually this is a hard, cruel portrait of a sad, desperate man. The weather is very cold. He’s directly across the street from a glitzy Apple store and he has no money in his cup. The current administration in Washington creates these people. DAMN IT!!
One of true joys of living where we do is our proximity to Boston’s legendary Frog Pond. In the beginning of the city’s history it was exactly that. A little pond where cattle that grazed on Boston Common could drink. Now it’s used as a wading pool in the summer and a skating rink in the winter. It’s a huge community asset.
Last evening I took a short walk there just before dinner. It was a scene right out of a Currier and Ives print.
All summer Boston Common’s famous wading pool, The Frog Pond, has been filled with the happy sights and sounds of kids, and occasionally their parents, enjoying the warm weather and cool water. Now with school starting and temperatures cooling, these easy days are dwindling. I’m not exactly sure how long the pond will stay open, but it won’t be much longer.
The pond will get drained soon and stay empty until the really cold weather sets in and then it opens again for skating season. The fun starts anew and the ages of the Frog Pond users become more diverse as many more adults avail themselves of this great resource.
PS I shot this photograph in monochrome as a way to mirror the season change.
Mean old winter comes back again!
You can feel change coming. A seasonal tug of war is going on now. One moment the boney hand of winter grips our throats, the next the soft breath of spring caresses our cheeks. Snow, what there is of it, is dirty. Not yet, not yet but new life is near.
For most of this winter here in Boston it’s been very mild with little or no snow. Well, yesterday this all changed and we now have an honest to goodness winter scene outside. We’ve had it soft so far but today the temperature feels like zero and the sidewalk bricks of Beacon Hill are icey. Being careful are the watchwords for today.
It’s finally getting colder here. Winter weather has been a long time coming, but now with overnight lows getting into the thirties, the cold seeps into my bones as a walk across Boston Garden. That discomfort is however more than offset by the golden sheen of the huge willow trees that ring the lagoon and the shimmering blue of its new skim of ice.