Boston

I remember being enamored by the city as a child, especially when we passed through at night and I would gaze at all the glitzy lights.  City life seemed so fascinating and mysterious.  I vowed to one day live there and embrace all the city had to offer.  And then I grew up.  I now prefer silence and space but Boston's been good to me.  Twenty years ago, it was all about clubs and bars.  Now, Rich and I consider the historic elements that we can share with the girls - the Freedom Trail, the Public Garden, the museums.  Unfortunately, I tire of the commute and have no desire to visit on the weekends.  

Back in the spring, my office space was moved from the Financial District, near the intersection of State and Congress, to the booming Seaport area.  Quite often during my walk to and from the train station, I'll think I should bring my camera with me but then I never do.  I'll gaze out the window that marks the back end of my workspace and think I should bring my camera in some day.  But then I never do.

Last week, I finally packed up my faded, fake leather camera bag and did it.  It seems like such an easy thing to do.  Just bring your camera.  But the trains are packed and carrying an extra bag isn't convenient which is why I had yet to do so.  So here's a little bit of what I see almost every day.  Well, the good stuff anyway.





Unfortunately, I only had my 50mm with me.  I didn't realize how tight some of these frames would be and now I'm itching to redo with my wide angle.










The sky isn't so pretty when shooting through a dirty window.










That's the airport over there.