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fish steps
Where I live, fish is sold from glassed-in cases in the grocery store. It smells really fishy when you walk by, and if I am being honest, I generally hold my breath.
At the market in Boston, one of the places you can get fish is from this below-street-level spot, where carefully-arranged fish are in an open-air display that uses the concrete steps to hold everything up.
It looks interesting. And it’s not even smelly.
Haymarket
Boston, Massachusetts
photographed 8.27.2022
red is a color that fades easily
Those curtains tell the story of how the color red fades a lot faster than other colors.
(If you want to know the science – it’s something to do with red objects reflecting red light, but at the same time absorbing short-wavelength light) – you can read this explanation. But otherwise you can look at this photo and know it’s the truth.)
Boston, Massachusetts
photographed 8.27.2022
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
One Day | One Image 