I finished by usual Friday outing today and went into, surprise, big rain.  I live in Boston.  That shouldn’t come as a huge surprise to me anyway.

I suddenly noticed a sea of umbrellas walking down Boylston street and I stood there for a while, waiting for it to thicken.  People walking with umbrellas to me in so elegant.  Perhaps I spent too much time looking at Caillebotte or walking the Bill Cunningham movie.  Bill said that people in the rain are who they are.  They put on no airs.

And they really don’t care if you take their photo.  The photos will be evidence of this.  I stood on that corner and shot away.  I nearly stuck the camera in people’s faces.  Nobody really cared.

And I got some fine shots: