I thought I’d show off my some of my favorite Boston street pictures this week. I’m so tired of snow and ice. I need some city grit, colors other than white or gray!
One of the big pluses of our annual trip to the Boston Pops is my one and only chance to get some night shots of Boston.
This area is called “symphony,” and is the musical center of the city. Berklee College of Music and Symphony Hall are here.
The Tee stop is the Symphony stop. It’s an old and beautiful part of town.
There’s light … and there’s light. Natural light from the sun, the stars, the moon. And lights from lamps, streetlights, LEDs. From wherever it emanates, light is life.
We live off the beaten path. Trick-or-treaters don’t come this way. Our street has too few houses to make it worth the effort — and the road is dark. We don’t even bother to buy candy for the holiday anymore.
When local kids, our kids, want to do “Trick of Treat,” they go into town where there is light, sidewalks, and Halloween decorations.
In the name of saving electricity, there are no streetlights in this part of town. We aren’t really in town, except technically. City water pipes don’t come here. We have a fire house nearby in which some trucks live, but no firemen.
Not that we have full-time firefighters. We have a fire chief who doubles as the chief of our tiny police department. It’s a quiet town. As in most small towns, volunteers carry the load.
We haven’t had a serious fire in quite a while and hopefully, won’t. Now that we’ve had some rain, the danger of fire has dropped. Good.
Because Halloween is here — and we want all our little ghouls, ghosts, goblins, superheros and fairy princesses to be safe.
And here’s the song, Petula Clark’s classic “Downtown” …
and just for a bit of extra snap … “Steppin Out,” Joe Jackson
In this week’s photo challenge, capture an image that tells a full story in a single frame.
The music was playing. It was dark and bitterly cold. By the lights woven through the trees, one couple was dancing.