The novelty of the heat wave has definitely worn off. The heat feels endless, heavy, unbeatable. I headed out of Davis Square into the rising sun. This path has a curious collection of toys, murals and staged play scenes. The kinds adults create and might creep kids out. Slightly macabre.
Started out my front door into the hot summer soundtrack of air conditioning units. Say what you will about mini-splits, but they are far quieter than window units and the old standard of central AC. At this hour, the low sun slips through the gaps in the buildings, throwing angled
Leaving Davis Square, the ground still held the warmth and steam from the morning’s rain. There was a floral scent—milder than what you’d find around Harvard, maybe slightly more than by the Divinity School, but not as full as Cambridge streets around my house. The path itself
This was a short city loop with the Leica Q, just getting familiar with it—shooting wide open at 1.7, everything else on auto. I’m still figuring out how I want to carry gear on these walks. I was carrying my “light” pack, some Patagonia—I can’t
I’m walking around Fresh Pond this morning. As I entered the path, the sprinklers popped up in the parking lot and caught a young man sitting on the curb off guard. He leapt up, laughing—just one of those unexpected moments that breaks up the day. The light is