Let me tell you about these photos.
I first noticed the shoes of the gentleman riding the subway. Then the white suit, the pocket hankerchief, the bow tie, and the hat. I was concentrating so hard on taking a photo surreptitiously that it didn’t occur to me to check out what he was reading. Somerset Maugham? Proust? William Dean Howells?
You never know what photo ops you might see on the MBTA, and I hope to get adept at taking pictures unobtrusively.
Next we have a fanciful teapot in the window of the Lacoste Gallery.
Moving right along: dappled shade on Summer St., Boston, near South Station; and a row boat for rent in Fort Point Channel.
Today’s Dewey Square excitement was a labor rally for striking airport workers demanding a $15/hour minimum wage. Lots of speeches. I photographed a T-shirt and a Boston politician. The politician had such an energetic speaking style, the photo came out blurry, but I’ll add it if you want it.
The last three pictures are of a fake snake — perhaps intended to keep passersby from sitting on a resident’s stonewall — and grapes. The grapes were the most surprising thing that happened to me today. I must have walked past that fence twice a day for years and years, and I never noticed a grape vine growing there. Did someone drape it over the fence while I was at work?
Goes to show you don’t really have to go anywhere much to find surprises.
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I like the shot of the man on the train…Cheers =)
He took such care with his attire, I just had to have a picture.
I always find myself wanting to take pictures of interesting strangers but feel kind of rude–if you find a secret means of pulling this off, let me know!
I don’t think I would do it if he were looking, but he seemed absorbed in the book. I held the phone in my lap and didn’t put it up to my eye.