A few images, from our trip to Boston a couple of years ago.
I’d never been to Boston, and maybe was much less excited about being in Boston than I was about being in New York. We had just left New York, taking the train into Boston. It was our second trip to New York, a very short one. Only enough time to see a few sights, eat some great food, visit wonderful friends– and to get engaged, over a glass of wine in the East Village.
How could a week in Boston compare to the magic of Manhattan? It was hot, it was muggy, it was.. Massachusetts. But we explored, most of the time with family, and I found so many things to photograph.
So much history, so much good food, so much brick!
So many things that I knew my father would love to see, if he ever gets a chance to visit.
By the time we left Boston and made our way back to Los Angeles, I found myself missing it… I missed sitting in a cafe on a hot afternoon, sipping Campari and soda… I missed the gelato… the beautiful buildings.
Boston, I am thinking of you, today.