Budding on a Snow Day

Hustling through Boston's South End on my way to the office this morning, I noticed this gorgeous maple. I had to stop and admire its brilliant yellow buds, dangling low.  Poor thing is likely covered in snow now. What a strange winter it has been.

Hawk in the Park

I led a photography workshop at the James P. Kelleher Rose Garden in Boston's Back Bay Fens in January.  This was the only workshop of the five I led for the Boston Parks Department where there was snow on the ground.  That morning I reassured myself that unlike Virginians, Bostonians would not be deterred by less than a foot of snow.

(Alright, I admit it... I would have liked to declare a six-inches-of-snow emergency a la Fairfax County and stay home in my PJ's until I was ready to go sledding.)

I made the trip with with my SLR and my hotties and was glad to be joined by TEN hearty souls. After the lesson we spread out to begin shooting, walking along the water towards the War Memorial.  I soon spotted a hawk totally focused on a rather weak old goose.  A few of the workshop participants also took interest in the spectacle and I think our hawk gawking spared the goose some precious time.

Sometimes one hunter can deter another. I'm not sure what happened to the goose in the end, but here's what I staked out that day:

Hello??

It called me again

Underneath the city streets

The empty phonebooth