If you are in Boston and you are hanging out with your photographer friend and he says you “have” to go see (and photograph) the Boston Public Library, you’d be an idiot to disregard those words.
About a million thank-yous to my friend Don Toothaker for his very sound advice. I never would have given the library a second thought; Don’s other advice was to slow down and look at the details. I did that, too, but it’s the feeling of this spectacular space that has stayed with me. It’s so classic, so classical, so hushed. Kind of like church, only with books and reading tables. And fewer hymns.
Boston Public Library
If you know anything at all about my photographic eye, you probably know that it’s drawn to the things that are worn out, broken, used up, less than beautiful, easily overlooked.
And that’s why, when I was in the beautiful Beacon Hill neighborhood, I photographed what was left of these leaves after something had snacked on them.
Remember a couple of days ago when I mentioned that I was taking a class which required the use of a 50mm lens?
The class was a photo walk through Boston’s Beacon Hill neighborhood followed by an image review a couple of days later. The photo walk wasn’t the reason I went to Boston, but it was a happy coincidence. It’s hard to beat a nice Saturday morning with some new photographer friends making images of an iconic location. My pal Don Toothaker was our leader; you’ll never meet someone who is more enthusiastic about photography, about Boston, and about life in general than Don. The day was a delight.
Oh, and this? A detail of one of hundreds of wrought-iron gates that we walked by.