In late April I had planned to take photos along the Charles River Esplanade at night. It was a warm and overcast day, and I felt summer stretching its legs as I headed for the T at sundown.
To my dismay, the T was not running between several stations along the route to the Charles. Boston’s public transit had failed me, but there’s something about having to improvise that makes you smile.
I wandered along Somerville Ave looking for inspiration, when pairs of street lights illuminating adjacent foliage stopped me in my tracks. After crossing the road towards the nearest lanterns, I arched my head upwards and circled around the pair of lights. A sore neck was inevitable.
As I jumped from one pair of street lights to another, the lanterns turned celestial and transformed into the moon.