32 Reasons Why I Love Boston

As we are surely aware, my beloved city of Boston suffered tragedy yesterday as [an as yet undetermined person or organization who I hope chokes on a bag of dicks] set off a few bombs near the finish line of the Boston Marathon.  Now.  I could focus on being angry and sad, but it doesn’t change what happened.  And I get the contingent of people who say, “Oh, a bomb went off in a crowded public place?  Here, that’s called “Tuesday”,” though really, people, that sort of self-righteous cynicism only adds to the outrage so until tempers cool, do us all a favor and STFU.

Until we figure out who did it and ran, I don’t feel like I’m qualified to add fuel to the socio-cultural-impact fire.  I didn’t lose a loved one or know anyone who was injured.  I just hate senseless violence and so, I am sad.

So rather than focusing on the glum and the negative (I’ll let the various investigative departments worry about that), I figured I’d look at some of the many, many reasons that Boston kicks ass.  This is in no way a comprehensive list but rather, one comprised of the photos I have handy.  You can argue about what belongs on here all you’d like and I’ll welcome it, but I maintain: it is because of things like these that Boston kicks ass.

The MFA.


The Big Noodle.




This staircase.


This guy.


Cuervo Games.


The Feast of St. Joseph.


This street performer.


And this one.

Feasting at The Green Dragon.

356And live music at The Black Rose.


The T.


The Citgo sign.


This harbor tour boat.


Boston Harbor at night.


Rehearsals for Shakespeare in the Park.






One badass dude on a horse.


This lady.


Faneuil Hall.


The Sam Adams Brewery Tour.


The Hancock Building.


The surreally beautiful Public Garden.


The North End.


The Mary Baker Eddy Library.




Eric Clapton’s boat.


World’s saddest snowman.


Whale watches.


The wall of saints.


The skyline at sunset.


Travel Challenge: Sunsets, Boston Harbor

Ailsa over at Where’s My Backpack? wants to speak about sunsets for her travel theme this week.  Ahhh, sunset.  It is a beautiful time of day, with long shadows and pastel colors.  Unfortunately, I didn’t have a camera handy for two of my favorite sunsets…

1) Flying from Texas over the Gulf Coast on my way back to New Jersey to see my family for Christmas.  I had a nice visit, but the gulf at sunset was unbelievable and started things off right.

2) Crossing the San Mateo Bridge at sunset.  The fog rolling in on the San Francisco Bay caught the sunset colors and burst into a confection of swirling pastels.  It was one of the most amazing things I’d ever seen and I could have stayed there for an hour strictly to feast my eyes.  Sadly, I suspect my fellow bridge travelers would have had a thing or two to say if I’d forced Christine to stop the car…

Sigh. So, yes.  Reminiscences aside, bring on the photos!

As some of you know, I’ve got a thing for harbor cruises.  As most of you know by now, I don’t like the heat, which means I don’t like the sun, which means…?  Harbor cruise at sunset!  The following photos are the combination of two different cruises–one a straight-up, unassuming sunset cruise, the other a whale watch–out of Boston Harbor.

Ahh, such serenity. Looking back at the city from the harbor.

Thar she blows.  p.s. No that’s not my arm.


Thar! Ehr ma gerd! Wherls!

I played with the effects of this pic a little bit to make it look like I’d taken it with my parents’ old camera. I wish the whale’s fin was a little bit more in focus, but otherwise I adore this shot.

Fun fact: if you change the above photo to black and white, it looks exactly like a photo of the Loch Ness Monster.

Some random piece of rigging. I love the contrast of crazy clouds and water and this rigid thing that keeps chaos at bay.

Heading back to the dock. This city gives me a happy.

Ahhhh, sunset.

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