Don’t their houses look strange?:

No, this is the foot path in front of T.  Sorry for lying.

I’ll give you a minute. Have you taken it all in? Let’s take a look at this. An operation based on Scandinavian aggression. Having spent I’ll say a nice chunk of time in that part of the world, I’ve got to say that Scandinavian aggression extends as far as stolen bikes and possibly a skirmish over the last Carlsberg, but beyond that I am not really sure where it could come from.

Now the beheading of the Little Mermaid is something I might support. Just kidding. She looks fine hanging out in that harbor, so she can keep her head.

Leprechaun enslavement. Well, you don’t see that everyday.

can mean I can quote large female or possible female impersonator Mae West.

Too much of a good thing can be wonderful:

I think I need to embrace it because suddenly I am shooting a lot of color.  A lot.  I am abandoned my deep, dark roots.  Am I suddenly happy?  Is life suddenly going my way?  Oh whatever.  Who has time for that existentialist crap, when you have these kinds of pretty pictures:

Most of the time this is a total wash, but this one kinda worked:

In the midst of the fine stores on Newbury street, this guy was going down the street on a bike making sounds like some kind of fog horn:

Not added later:

I seem to like photographing mannequins.  I had thought for a while that I liked doing that because I am fascinated by fashion and fashion magazines and in my everyday duties, this is not what I encounter.  Mannequins are inherently, obviously easy to photograph.  They don’t move, they don’t complain and they can certainly stand still for a very long time.  In other words, perfect.

However, today it struck me, what the real reason I like mannequins is that I see them as these extremely, above average beautiful people trapped in glass, not able to move or communicate.  They are stuck, like caged animals.  I must be having some kind of Mad Men withdrawal, but Betty Draper reminds me of a mannequin trapped in a glass box.

Hey and of course most of the time, the clothes they are advertising, I could not afford them if I sold major internal organs.  Hence I take their photo:

Not to mention this one.  Sorry for the blatant advertising, but doesn’t she look extremely trapped:

I used to like smoking, but I no longer do, but I still like to photograph people smoking: