Late Afternoon in my Fenway Garden
I've noticed there's this time of day, right after the frenzy of rush hour, when the city is oddly at peace. The air ceases to be agitated by the sounds of angry commuters. The ordinary, everyday violence of the workday abates. The atmosphere ceases to oppress, the light softens. And for a brief time you feel absolutely free. But it's like a secret. Not the kind of free where you run around screaming U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! and smashing things. It feels like a rare, delicate thing you should treat with quiet reverence. A whisper from the gods.
That's when I took these pictures in my garden...
































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