Downtown Uxbridge on a sunny August day. Garry’s Armstrong’s Uxbridge.
It was the middle of the day. Quiet for a Tuesday. Maybe it was the heat. Or more likely, the humidity.
This week’s topic is Older Than 50 Years (1965). The one question everyone asks if you can have people over 50. The answer is yes, but I would hope they have a lot of character and are closer to age 100. The possibilities for this challenge are endless.
Living in this part of New England, many things around here (including us) are old — and still very much in use. Barns and houses, old trucks and cars. Old mills and farm equipment to name just a few.
The possible responses to this challenge were so enormous, I wasn’t even sure where to begin. Eventually, I looked for images I thought would convert well to black and white. I found two residences on Boston’s Beacon Hill, and a third of my tepee.
After all these years, I still miss my tepee.
We went photographing in Boston yesterday. It turned out to be as close to perfect a day as you could ask for. Quite warm, but not humid. Brilliantly sunny, a classic late spring day with everything in full bloom.
Our first stop was Beacon Hill. Garry and I lived on Beacon Hill for a year right after we were married. It was our first place together. A cute, tiny apartment. Emphasis on tiny.
It had a working fireplace which, if lit, would make the flat hot enough to smelt ore. It had a back garden patio. It seemed like a wonderful idea, but turned out to have a resident raccoon who did not wish to share his space. I didn’t feel inclined to argue the point.
Beacon Hill was a fascinating place to be, but living in that apartment was not fun. In addition to all its other problems, it was heavily infested by cockroaches with attitude. It was much too small for us. It might have been too small for anyone. Moving out of there was an incredible relief.
I’ve continued to hold Beacon Hill in great affection. It’s the original Boston, the oldest part of the city, the place from which (in legend) Paul Revere began his ride. Although the first battles of the American Revolution were fought in Lexington and Concord, the war’s true birthplace was Beacon Hill.
We still know our way around which was interesting. We haven’t been back in at least 10 years, maybe longer.
Today it was crawling with tourists. I heard German, Russian, Hebrew, and Italian being spoken by various groups with guides. Virtually no English. The only natives were walking dogs.
We took a great many pictures today. I haven’t processed even half of them. To give you an idea of what I mean, we burned through three batteries. It’s going to take a while.
I hope you enjoy this bright day in the middle of May on Boston’s historic Beacon Hill.
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