Although I’ve since learned what these are, I react with curiosity and amusement whenever I see one. Particularly the pink mustaches.
This little pig is a friend I pass daily on my bike route from JP to Cambridge.
I enjoy him/her especially because of his/her small stature, big smile, and propensity to lean. Although, to all appearances, the pig was placed to keep the shrub upright and not vice versa.
This What Is It might be better categorized as a Friday Favorite, because it’s cheating a bit. (Shh!) The internet, turns out, has lots to say about the mysterious cradle bench bolted into place very near the normal benches on Jamaica Pond.
Since I started taking the Olmstead Park path through Jamaica Plain into Brookline, over a year ago, I’ve passed this apple tree in its many forms. Decked out with blossoms, in mid-summer greens, full of knobby, misshapen apples that I’ve seen only Canada geese eat, and once with a raccoon perched crookedly on top like a fur hat, I enjoy the sight of the tree in each of its annual moods. I hope to snap a few more candids as the seasons progress.
At the edge of a parking lot near my house sits what I believe to be a pin oak. Each day, as I bike or walk past, I inspect the oak. I notice it’s straight and subtly regal form, how the streetlights turn its night-shadow into art, the tiny leaves as they grow and unfurl each spring, and finally, the dry leaves of winter, hanging on, hanging on.
I’ve long wanted to photograph the tree and ended up shooting a whole roll, including this first attempt at night photography.