I apologize for not posting this week. The events on Monday, at the marathon, have thrown me for quite a loop. Maybe it seems like I'm taking this a little hard. After all, I wasn't even in town when it happened - I had planned on going in to Boston, but decided to wait until after this week since it would be so crowded. But this city holds a very special place in my heart. It's where I was born. I went to grade school in Cambridge, a short hop from downtown, and starting around sixth/seventh grade, many weekends were spent gallivanting around town with my best friend. No, mom, we didn't tell you because you would have said no. It was awesome.
High school took me further away from Boston, but we all still found time on weekends and during breaks to laze around town, shopping, basically doing whatever. And then college took me back into the heart of things. My school was smack dab in the middle of Beacon Hill. My work kept me in Boston until three years ago, when we bought our little house out in the country.
But I still try to get into the city often.
My fondest memories, my best friends, my favorite views... they've all been in Boston. The idea that some jerks attacked my town on one of its happiest days fills me with the saddest, coldest feelings. I can't have my old Boston back. It's never going to be the same. But I'll never stop loving it.
Here are some of my favorite pictures I've taken of Boston:
Under the subway across from the Science Museum
The same subway.
Science Museum dino!
And his feets.
One of my city's proudest moments.
The frog pond in the winter.
The view of downtown at night.
Around the corner from Suffolk University.
The state house at night.
The salt and pepper bridge in the winter.
A view of Boston over the frozen Charles river.
Liquor store near Suffolk University.
Sam Adams staring down on us all.
The Hancock in the summer.
Boston from the South End at night.
Frog pond in the fall.
Colorful graffiti down an alley.
A perfect day for the city.
Small shops in the North End.
Heading towards North Station.
The North End has a monopoly on Italian pastries.
Good ol' Ironsides.
Sounds about right.
Near North Station
The Federal building.
The Frog Pond in the summer.
The view from my teacher's window at Suffolk.
The Edison plant from Sullivan Square.
A big ugly building called City Hall.
Off to Wonderland.
On top of the Science Museum parking garage.
And last, but not least, some construction at the North End.
What I'm trying to say
I LOVE BOSTON!