Only when I can take this kind of photo.  And when specifically a man with a red umbrella shows up on it:

A black and white photo.

Someone named Rodchenko.

A lifetime’s worth of obsession:

What if it were to be the red-orange line instead of green?  Would it be less bad?:

Well, no, actually just cut up views of windows showing Downtown Crossing.

I’m tired of sweating in my pullovers, freezing in my dresses, getting my leather shoes soaked.  Boston weather, pick a theme and just go with it.  You don’t see me changing my outfit 25 times a day.  Follow my example.  And don’t make me use one of these:

For something that has caused me so many near heart attacks, I sure photograph this thing a lot:

This royal throne of kings, this scepter’d isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear’d by their breed and famous by their earth

Nah, I mean I don’t actually live in England, but considering the fact that it rains here constantly, we have state administered healthcare and this part of America has the following town names:

Barnstable

Berkshire

Bristol

Essex

Middlesex

Norfolk

Suffolk

And on an average day, it looks like this outside:

OK, no royal princes here or crooked teeth, but come on New England.  It is not time to drop the “new” and just go with England?  And then get to work on getting us a monarchy?  Just kidding.  Don’t all write to me at the same time about the US not being a monarchy!

First let’s look at the image:

What is this thing?  Give yourself a second to consider.  What is it?  It is half of a window reflection from the window below that I actually made become right side up.  Got that?  Good.

American Gothic.  Reinterpreted as lawn chairs, my friends.  Lawn chairs:

I’ll give you a hint.  It is a really interesting historical place that is near where I live.  A place that is slightly odd as well:

Well, what are those things?  They are seats that some very famous butts have sat in.  Where are we?  Well, these next few photos will give you the answer:

Crimson, Harvard.  Harvard Stadium.  It is kind of sublime, this place.  It is very old and makes you think about all kinds of classic preppy things like seersucker, boat shoes, trench coats and polo shirts.  Just my kind of place.  Just kidding.  I’ve seen this place in a lot of movies and always kind of wondered about it, where it was, if it was even possible to go there.  Low and behold, I was on a bus recently and there it was, open to the public.  So, me and my trusty two pound side kick paid it a visit.

In terms of stadiums, I give it the bronze.  The gold of course goes to the Stockholm Olympic Stadium because it is an Olympic Stadium of an Olympiad that took place the year my beloved Siberian grandfather was born.  The silver goes to Fenway because that place is full of fun and goofiness and it always makes me smile.  The place gets a solid bronze simply because I just paid it a visit.  I have no memories from it yet, other than a pleasant afternoon.

Although this was worth a chuckle.  OK, maybe a guffaw:

“To the Joy of Manly Contest.”  Indeed.  And this humorous reminder of Harvard being a football powerhouse for the ’10s.  The 1910s: