A couple of years ago when I started using the digital camera, I was all about changing my pictures.  Then one day I thought “why am I doing this?”  I’d stand there, try to get a good composition and then go home and change the whole thing, so I stopped changing the photos.

Well, everyone once in a while I go wild.  Here’s a photo whose quality is due singularly to iPhoto.  Thanks iPhoto.  Oh and there is also no focal point and there are no straight lines. Look away if either of those things offend you:

A blue tailored suit with a hot pink bow tie?  I mean perfection.

PERFECTION!!!!!  (Just a preview of the 1920s party photos!!!!)

I put the camera up and the lady just smiled at me.  It was kind of a nice moment:

Beards can only aspire to flow so gracefully:

This blog has two regular features.  One is called People of Boston, where I document the very interesting folks I encounter on my daily sojourns through Boston.  The second is Boston Fashion File, where I document what those folks wear on an average day.

I’m adding a third feature that is to be called “The League of Professional Museum Goers.” In this new feature, I will critically evaluate (eh, that sounds awful), I’ll tell you my enthusiastic blog reading public what I think of a particular new museum exhibit or internal design.  Now this isn’t art criticism or something.  It is simply an appraisal of how museums are organized and how they present their exhibits.  Museum studies, without all the adjectives, if you will.

I already kind of presented this when I went to the Corning Glass Museum.  Now I’m going to go with an old classic — the Harvard Natural History museum, which I have visited probably a billion times.  That’s an exaggeration but I have been there a lot.  I like that museum because it is so old fashioned looking and reminds me of black and white pictures of Harvard professors holding test tubes and the like.

There is of course the super famous collection of glass flowers that I have also seen about a billion times.  Recently though, it was redesigned fully and just opened up a lot and made more interesting, while at the same time adding to the vintage charm of the flowers.  Dare I say, it was like walking through a sepia toned photo of flowers.  That kind of thing.

Enough adjectives.  Let’s get to some photos:

I made the Harvard Natural History museum look super creepy today:

Summer in Boston is a thing of beauty.  I write this statement at the beginning of every single summer and I will never waver from it.

Round about 2010, when I started working in a school, I started having an actual summer.  Before that, when I worked in an office, I’d just continue going to an office during the summer.  Then when I started working in the school, summer turned back into summer instead of winterspringsummerfall whatever.  It was hot, I went to the office.  It was cold.  I went to the office, but now I did all sorts of summer things.

I was also going to write about how I have yet to meet a person who doesn’t love Boston in the summer, but I did meet one.  In 2012, my humble apartment was taken over by an evil spirit.  Nah, I’m kidding.  But I did have a rather unpleasant visitor who made that summer rather dark.  I took her too all of the places I thought were amazing in Boston in summer, pretty much all of them and she frowned.  We walked through the Public Garden and she said “uh, another one of your favorite places??  How many do you have???”  They can’t all be my favorite, oh evil spirit?  Nope, nope, nope.

Well, that was about it for people who outright did not like Boston in the summer.  For me, summer has always been magical.  Some new friendships always shake out in a large cast of characters and something interesting always happens.

I’m already calmer knowing that summer has started:

A little garden fun from Maine.  In this case, the Azalea Garden on Mount Desert Island:

Sunsets to mark the end of a day somewhere and the beginning of the day somewhere else?  Or other things.

Either way they are just straight up pretty: