These photos kind of look like a dream.  I was going to call this entry “dirigible dreams” but then I found out blimps and dirigibles aren’t the same thing.  So bopping blimps, it is:

I’ve seen Degas’ 14 year old dancer in every museum I have ever visited.  Then one day, I was in a museum and she came to life:

Bruce Weber, look out.  I’m hot on your heels, when it comes to photographing idyllic summer scenes filled with athletic young people:

I snapped this photo, then realized exactly how pretentious it was.  But I still like it:

I hate the walk home.  I don’t really love sitting on the grass.  

But I LOVE the concert, the songs, the anthem and the words different people appreciating Boston and its strength this year.

And the fireworks, as always, are absolutely amazing:

Boston is a strange place to live.  Almost 10 months out of year, it is cold or near cold.  For two months, it as hot as the surface of the sun.  I’m kidding.  Well, nearly.

Something funny happens to the average Bostonian during our 60 days of summer.  They loosen their collars.  Its like the whole city collectively relaxes:

Thirty one Boston fashion files.  Who says this area isn’t a fashion capital.  I mean the capital of sometimes bad fashion, but also sometimes really cool and interesting stuff.

Today on Boston Fashion File, we’re going to be discussing and seeing some photos of our local street performers.  Now I know that they have street performers everywhere in every city in the world, but I think the ones in Boston go the extra mile.  They also look polished, even if they are under the incredibly hot sun.

Here’s to you folks showing us that you can be elegant, no matter what the occasion:

I was watching the Brazil-Spain Confederation Cup game on Sunday.  But because it was me, I was also watching the watchers of the game: