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A picture perfect day in Back Bay~

A jaundiced eye~
Walking down Boston's Commonwealth Avenue with my camera around my neck, I was in my own world, a place I enjoy. It was school vacation week and I decided to ignore the cold, take advantage of the sunny day to get some pictures of the city.

I'll skip all comments about driving in from my small town. Suffice it to say, Boston is a fast-paced, visually stimulating city, and I drive better on quiet two-lane streets where the visual stimulation is mostly grazing cows.

But I made it.

This section of Boston-- the Back Bay-- one of the finer neighborhoods, is a combination of residences, offices and retailers held together visually by brownstone buildings that open through wrought iron gates onto the sidewalk. It's a well-heeled section of the city where old and new are juxtaposed.

There's no trash, no graffiti, things are decidedly upscale: Boston Common, the State House on Beacon Hill, Trinity Church, MIT . . . the list of historical sites is long. This is the part of the city you'd bring visitors from out of state to.

I wandered like a tourist; no one would have suspected I live a mere twenty-something miles south. I watched squirrels who were playful and friendly as kittens, got asked to pose in a picture for a group who were on a scavenger hunt on the Bridge in the Common-- they needed a Red Sox fan, they said-- and generally watched people. Despite the prevailing view that New Englanders are a cold lot, within the city there are warm and open people just waiting for a chance to exchange a smile and a few words with a stranger.

If you're from out of state, consider this a virtual tour, albeit an eclectic one, just to give you a potpourri look at the Back Bay. Neither words nor photos do a city justice. You really had to be there.
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Boston's freeway system is insane. It was clearly designed by a person who had spent his childhood crashing toy trains. ~Bill Bryson

Bridge on the Common~

Who let the dogs out?

Close quarters~

Standing at attention~

Window treatment~

Tree heaven~

In your image~

Make way~

Comments

Leslie: said…
I would love to do a walking tour of Boston. We just bypassed it on our way to Cape Cod in the summer of 1988. But from our vantage point over by the water and seeing the city off to the right of us, it looked beautiful. One day...:D
Anonymous said…
Nice sequence - and does give a sense of the day.
Tim Elhajj said…
Nice shots. I really like the one of the old buildings reflected off the new building's panels. You're getting pretty good at picking the shots.
Janice Thomson said…
Great shots Ruth! Love the one with the reflection of the older building.
Also the capture of what I assume is the business section was overwhelming - such huge buildings and so many windows. The traffic below must be something else again. Thanks for this bit of tour.
Beautiful photos, Ruth.

Thanks for the kind words you left on my blog. :)

Cheers!
Wanda said…
Oh my goodness, I loved this tour. The buildings...the reflections...the dogs ((smile)) and the ducks ((cute)) Thank you for taking us along.
daringtowrite said…
Ah, Boston! Love those photos! Especially the reflections.
mouse (aka kimy) said…
thanks for dropping in at the mouse and leaving a few lovely words. I have enjoyed my visit at u&d! the photos from your day wandering boston are great. make way for ducklings!!!!'twas a beautiful day in the neighborhood!

I expect frequent nibbles @ u&d - as a transplanted new englander (well, it was the longest time I lived in any one place)at times I find myself longing a little for the places left behind - your photos are fab and a good booster shot to keep the longing at bay.

thanks for the visit and turning me on to your blog!
Unknown said…
I just love these pictures, Ruth ~ especially the "Make Way for Ducklings"! I'm so glad you got out on a nice day to take photos. I can't wait until you and I hit the city together sometime!
Carter said…
Like some of the others, I was struck hard by the one with the reflection of Trinity Church in the Hancock Tower. You must have been in my favorite outdoor space--Copley Square. It's too cold to enjoy much now, but come back in the summer!

And sometime you need to visit Pleasure Bay, on the South Boston coast of the harbor.

Lovely pictures, all!
Bob Sanchez said…
Like a trip down Memory Lane for an ex-pat like me. Good work, Ruth.

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