It has been very difficult to sleep since the bombing in Boston. Yet the insomnia I am experiencing is nothing compared to the unbelievable horror being felt by so many families whose loved ones have either lost their lives or were seriously injured.
Like many I often feel helpless, and on the night of the bombing my 9-y-o said, “I just feel the need to write a poem. it is all I can do.” I told him to do what he can, and it is the same encouragement I would give to anyone else struggling with how to help.
For my part I decided to compile some of the pictures I have taken over the years in Boston, many long before I even knew the proper way to hold a camera. But this has absolutely nothing to do with stellar photography. I want to showcase my hometown, my city, the only state I have ever lived in the United States. This is but a sliver of Boston – watch us rise.
“The Red Sox are a religion. Every year we re-enact the agony and the temptation in the Garden. Baseball child’s play? Hell, up here in Boston it’s a passion play.”
Red Auerbach, statue at Faneuil Hall, Boston
Our Patriots and Pilgrims are really cool
“Courage, then, my countrymen, our contest is not only whether we ourselves shall be free, but whether there shall be left to mankind an asylum on earth for civil and religious liberty.”
“….they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out – because I was not a Jew; then they came for me – and there was no one left to speak out for me”
The music is pretty eclectic
“I love like a leaf in the wind. Please, hold your applause until the end of the performance…. ”
Sailing is in our blood.
We are child friendly
and bike friendly
We believe in freedom, and freedom of speech
We welcome immigrants, and the poor, and the hungry
We are a city of first responders (just look for the helpers)
We are Bostonians, and we will keep going!
“…Watch me rise like smoke from fire.
Watch me fly above your hate.
Watch me dance upon your meanness,
like a ballerina with posture and grace.
Watch me laugh over your hatred
Watch me soar…”