Given that we’ve had below freezing temps for more than a week, you might be thinking this will be a post about how to keep warm; and yes, I see you big square states in the middle giving me the hairy eyeball with your 1 degree temps. You have my admiration for your fortitude, and also, if you live there, that’s on you. Anywho, you’d be wrong. That is not the topic of this blog.
On my way home one day last week, as I reached the far corner of the Public Garden, I looked up and saw this view. It’s one of my favorite spots, and this picture captures what I love about it.
Old, small Boston. We don’t have an island-long grid of perfectly logical streets, we don’t have long sunny boulevards of palm trees, we don’t have endlessly warm weather, or blocks of architecturally significant high-rises.
But we have layers of nature; monuments to ether, historic white guys, and Martin Luther King, Jr.; old, middle-aged, and new buildings both religious and secular, all jammed into a human-sized space.
You’re getting too expensive and too built up, and the T could use a lot of help, but Boston, I still love ya.
Abstract design image credit: S6 Retro prints.
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And a can-do competence you don’t appreciate until you move to “another part” of the country. For all its foibles and (middle) fingers, Boston rocks!
Ha ha! Well put!!!
I’m with you Sistah!