Currently, I am wearing thick layers of sweaters, coats and soon yet gloves.  If only there were a place to go even in my mind to take me away from all of this????

Where could this be perhaps?:

Ah Hawaii.  If only.  My dreams.  My dreams:

Dreams:

No, I did not go to the Hawaii, but my parents did.  That I had a dream sounded so much better than my parents went there.  They wanted me to perform my magic upon their photos, as I did.

Ancient:

Why the peculiar title?  Well, let me explain.  As many of you know, I used to photograph New York and give it that shiny patina of being in 1920s and 30s, even if I took the photo that day or a few day earlier.  A friend called one of my photos “too Gotham” which I of course took as a compliment.  Now since Boston is the focus of my attention, I have to coin a new term for Bostonian darkness.  Boston is not New York.  Fewer people mutter to themselves on the street and people generally say excuse me.  The city after dark does look like this:

Even the blues:

I hope so:

OK, the initial results of this photo adventure did kind of look like that, but I just kind of saw the effect and went with it:

The discolored television, that is:

Well, black and white beauties.  I once read an article about a Japanese photographer who just took night shots of New York and I think of him a lot when I take photos like these.  Night and black and white just creates a weird sense of mystery: