Hey there, welcome back for my third post, which will somewhat be a continuation from my last post, A Whales Tale.
So first, to jump back a little bit, not too far, just the day before this Sunday. So on the Saturday before, I visited the Public Gardens for the first time this Spring and all the flowers were tightly closed, rolled in their buds. I was wondering when they would explode with their beauty, days, weeks ? None the less they were still worth taking a few shots of.
So now we fast forward back to the day in question, Sunday after the Whale Watch.
We got back and docked in Boston around 2 O'clock and that left plenty of daylight to explore with. My destination was the Public Gardens, but I thought I'd take the scenic route and see a few things on the way, so I headed up through Faneuil Hall, past Government Center and stopped at some of the old historic cemeteries.
I enjoyed the sense of history there for a few then headed on up till I reached the Boston Commons, to where I went up Park Street towards the State House and headed for Beacon Hill. I wandered those streets for a while aimlessly, just enjoying the sweet Spring moment.
After I had enough of that it was time to get my bearings back and make haste for The Public Gardens. And if you were wondering for what reason I jumped back to the previous day in the beginning of the post, it's because as soon as I reached The Gardens, I saw that almost all the flowers were in full bloom, as if simply overnight the world came even more alive.
The gardens were buzzing with life, like an oasis in a mechanical and concrete dessert, a refuge from the hustle of everyday life. There were marriages, singers, bands, artists, and plenty of other "photographers" with their pop up flashes going off in the midst of the day. It was so much to take in, I began making my laps, first observing a man painting the flowers near one of the main entrances. I believe he was using chalk or some sort of pastels, but it was beautiful.
After this I made a few more laps, took a few more photos, then my tiredness had started to take it's toll. I ended up wandering to the edge of the pond and just laying down on the grass, sans blanket or towel, watching the world go by. After about 15 minutes I threw my backpack behind my head and with the warm sun on my face, the cool grass below me, decided I'd take a nap right there in the Gardens.
I awoke about 45 minutes later to some ducks quacking next to me and figured it was time to stop being lazy and move on. As I got up I noticed there was a woman painting right near me and decided to watch her for a little. I always wished I could paint but I oddly never had the dexterity for it, although my hand eye co-ordination is rather spectacular, drawing and painting has always eluded me, which is why I use a camera. I always feel that I photograph as an artist, or a painter, rather than a photographer. Not always what it is, but what I see it to be.
I began roaming the Gardens once again trying to find "THE" shot for the day, but it was hard to not get lost in the beauty of it all and forget to photograph it.
Time was drifting by and I felt it was time to start wrapping things up and get ready to head back home. That was until I saw this beautiful tree, surprisingly void of people and at just the right moment a breeze blew through and took all the white petals and fluttered them about, as in a Japanese Samurai movie during a duel. It was spectacular, and it was "THE" shot I was looking for, as the petals danced about breeze.
From there I decided I'd head up to Boylston Street and grab a couple bagels at Finagle A' Bagel before I departed. On my way back I came across one of the memorials for the victims of Marathon Bombing. I paid my respects and then headed off.
As I headed back through the Gardens, and the Commons, I reflected on what a beautiful day it had been, and all the great images I had captured. I wish I lived right in Boston next to the Gardens so that I could do that every day for the Spring, because I'm too lazy otherwise.
There's still time to enjoy Spring time in the Gardens and Boston in general so get on out there and enjoy life and the beauty of it all !
Until next time,
Sean Gold signing off.