Monthly Archives: November 2022
orange, light
I started my day by walking through the Haymarket. (And of course we all understand that when I say “walking through the Haymarket” I actually mean “taking a ton of photos as I moved very slowing through the crowds.”)
And then, because it seemed the right thing to do, I “walked” through the area again in the late afternoon, just so I could see the sun on piles of oranges. It was surely worth the second visit.
Haymarket
Boston, Massachusetts
photographed 8.27.2022
portrait, Boston
“Why don’t you take my picture?” – that’s what this young lady said to me as I walked by with a clearly-visible camera. Then she struck a pose.
I was unable to resist.
Boston, Massachusetts
photographed 8.27.2022
they brought in the flag
I thought I was just taking a photo through a barber shop windows – barber shops are one of my favorite businesses to photograph. I made the image. I went on with my day, which in this case included a late-afternoon flight to Rome and then on to Sicily. When I made the photo, I thought the main thing was that US flag draped on the back of the chair. It seemed so simple, a thing that’s done at the end of every barbering day. It’s the kind of story-telling details I look for.
So the weird thing is that a month later when I edited this image, I noticed the Sicilian and Italians flags on the wall and a couple of other Sicilian things on the wall. They were there all along, of course, but it took my journey to realize what I had already seen.
Travel’s like that: it’ll open your eyes in ways you can’t anticipate.
Boston, Massachusetts
photographed 8.28.2022
it was moving day
Here’s a thing: if you live in an apartment in Boston there’s a real good chance you moved into it on September 1. (Read this stuff if you want more information.)
The weekend before there was already quite a bit of moving-related activity, like these two happy guys moving a sofa to a moving truck that was right behind me. (I also *may* have followed a couple moving a futon for about 6 blocks, trying to get a good photo of them. And on a corner, I saw a coffee maker, box, and some other random stuff that was apparently there for the taking.)
The whole thing made me glad I’ve lived in the same location for this entire century, plus some. Moving seems like a hell of a lot of work.
Boston, Massachusetts
photographed 8.27.2022
below the street
So, I started the journey from Lubbock to Sicily by heading to Boston. That’s a little bit of a non-traditional route, but there were some logistical considerations that figured into the decision and it made more sense that you might think.
Anyway.
One year earlier (almost exactly to the day), I’d been lucky enough to walk around the Haymarket and the North End with a local fellow* who knew some things about where photographers would like to go. So, on my free day in the city, I went back to those places on my own.
Looking back through all those photos-with-people that I started taking in Sicily makes me think this was a bit of a practice run…
Haymarket
Boston, Massachusetts
photographed 8.27.2022
*It was Don. Don Toothaker. Maybe you know him?
One Day | One Image 