Beacon Hill, November 18, 2009

My mother's birthday. I made time in the afternoon for a bike ride, vaguely in search, as always, of the earth-shattering, prize-winning street photograph, but settling for a meandering stroll through Beacon Hill. Nothing earth-shattering or prize-winning going on there, but a pleasant enough walk and as good an escape as any from festering thoughts; exercise and fresh air being cheaper and certainly as good as, if not better, than therapy (learned from my mother). Loved the bricks, the lanterns, the windows and doors, the wrought iron, the close-knit neighborhood feel; the history, all in the shadow of the gold-domed state house. I am left, as usual, with the feeling that I should have taken many more photos. Maybe sometime I'll remember this at the moment rather than later.