Yesterday I watched a documentary about great American photographer Paul Strand.  Today I visited Rocky Neck, a historical artist’s community in Gloucester.  Then I went all Paul Strand on the photos:

Nature.  We’ll never get near this on our own:

I don’t usually explain my titles up here.  I just kind of post and run away, but today, we’ll have a break with tradition and I am going to explain.  What is this?  Well, they are apparently somebody’s Chiclets fell on the floor and I decided to take a photo.  As soon I saw this, the word “chaos theory” jumped into my mind, why I have no idea because my limited Googling of subject has led me to believe the Chiclets on the ground have nothing to do with chaos theory.  Well, it’s fancy and it sounds good.

I think I might have thought of chaos theory just because in the well ordered universe of the floor tiles, there was the disorganized mess of the Chiclets.  That or the fact that it was late in the afternoon and my mind was fogged by the lack of caffeine and the burning desire to go home.  Well, anyway, enjoy the photo.

I could wax on allegorically about my love of the big and the small forever, but I won’t.  I will just say that the following photos are not what you think they are.  They also remind me of those kind of scenes you’d see at an old museum, like the Museum of Natural History in New York.  But alas, these are from Boston:

Well, at least I think:

Downtown Crossing and by extension Boston Common have two “do you have any spare change” guys.  The first one has a more extended delivery of “do you have any spare change.”  He says “doooooo yooooouuuuu haaaaaaaave aaaaaaaaany spaaaaaaare chaaaaaaange.”

This guy however takes a singing approach to his delivery.  Just sing “do you have any spare change” and you got it.  Just don’t try to photograph him without actually giving him any spare change.  Because he will make this face:

On the Charles.  What if Boston was entirely covered with Beaux Arts carvings and details with a little bit of Art Deco thrown in there. Well, I can dream.  In the meantime, Paris.  On the Charles River:

Garden of Eden, Garden of Good and Evil.  Lush Gardens:

Photographer Bill Cunningham is my hero and the patron saint of this blog.  In my dreams, he reads this blog.  In actuality he probably doesn’t be I like to think he does.

Well, I just wanted to post this photo to let Bill know he was right.  People are matching their outfits to the fall colors: