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June 27th, 2009 
Flat, grey and heavy, with no trace of the day’s earlier sun. It’s all too easy in Boston to forget one is near the sea, with the prevailing winds coming in from across the continent. But occasionally a thick heavy mist will roll off the sea and cool the city down at least 30 degrees in just minutes. Wonderful, but leading you shivering back inside nonetheless.
June 15th, 2009 
Found outside Ricky’s, apparently my go to spot for the summer of ’09. (Apparently not really a geranium, as it is commonly called, but an Pelargon)
June 15th, 2009 In which, this being America, there is a parking lot. Where the behemoths may rest when not needed. We are still having fun on the roof, me inching on my knees towards the edge to place the camera, because I know that falling off and dying really isn’t cool, no matter how tempting the cool kids make it look.
June 15th, 2009 A beautiful evening, up on the roof.
The Boston skyline in the distance and a top-notch 360, one really couldn’t ask for more.
April 19th, 2009 
Ricky’s Flower Market across the street has pansies. Lots of them. They pretty.
April 14th, 2009 
Behind my house are a number of auto related businesses: used auto parts stores, body shops, and towing companies, alongside a recycling redemption center, busy with drunks all morning long. Within 5 years, they will all be gone. The area is slated to receive subway service soon, and the stop will be right in the middle of this currently slightly grimy area. Already, a large condo complex has gone up, surely the first of many. I’m sure that the landowners in the area are just waiting for the subway to come, so that they can sell their formerly industrial properties to developers for tidy sums. The homeless aluminium can collectors, grateful for the our state’s bottle deposit law, that spend their mornings in drunken brotherhood in front of the recycling redemption center will have to find a new roost, and the auto shops will be forced deeper into suburbia. I don’t feel too sad, because I know that the only constant in a city is constant renewal, but I find the neighborhood as it is now to be much more fascinating, less planned than thrown together.
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