The Cathedral of the Holy Cross is situated in the SOWA neighborhood. It is the cathedral for the city and surrounding area. It was started in the late 1860’s, right after our country’s Civil War ended and dedicated in 1875.
I hear about SOWA, the Boston neighborhood South Of WAshington St. quite a lot. (“SOWA” – get it?) I stopped by a few weeks ago to stroll around and make a few images. It was a bit cold and dreary. They are known for a big open market in the warmer weather. I plan to return. In the meantime, here are a few images.
Yesterday, I explored Doane’s Falls, a series of five waterfalls along a brook in Royalston, Massachusetts. It is part of the state parks system. Trails bring you along the falls and into hiking trails that eventually lead to a reservoir and dam. My wife and I had planned to explore some waterfalls when I returned from Central America last summer, but I came back to a drought. We’ve had some good spring rain to feed these falls.
This young lady was kind enough to perform a SECOND split for me. I missed the shot when she did one for her mother, and she offered to reenact it. This was made at the Boston Marathon finishing line. People do all kinds of things there. They sit, kneel, stand and lie down. She was the only person I saw who did a split.
ON Saturday night, as my wife and I enjoyed the ambiance leading up to the Boston Marathon, I spotted this man wrapping himself in a flag. (Another image of the man with the flag can be seen in the prior post.) I went over and asked him what it was. “It is the flag of Mexico.”, he told me. I met several runners from Mexico at the finish line that night. All came for the camaraderie and to make photos. This man was kind enough to let me make this image of him. (“Corredor” is the Spanish word for “runner”.)
It is Patriot’s Day in Massachusetts, which also means it is Marathon Monday, the day the Boston Marathon is run. For the weekend before the race, the streets around the finish line are closed to traffic and people walk around taking photos of themselves and friends. Most of us will never cross the finish line as part of the race. It is our chance to run, walk, of bike across this line. Many runners stop by after picking up their bib number and snap a photo before the race on Monday. When we ventured down on Saturday night, we spoke with people from various parts of the country and the world. It’s nice to see everyone coming together in peace. There are no politics here.
I’m in school the next few days but later this week, I’ll share a few more images of some rather distinctive people.