Last year, I wrote about returning to Boylston Street, the site of the Boston Marathon finish line, two weeks after the bombings. You can read that post, here.
Yesterday, for the first time since I wrote that post, I was back on Boylston Street, for the group psychotherapy conference I’m attending this week.
During the lunch break, I took some photos. I didn’t linger too long, because it was COLD. And regular readers of this blog know how I feel about the Friggin’ Freeze in these parts.
I need to post even earlier, this morning, before I return to the conference today. So, without further ado, here are some of the photos I took yesterday.
The Globe is one of my favorite restaurants on Boylston Street. That was the site of one of my first dates with my bf, Michael, and I went there with my son two days before the Marathon, when the area was bustling with tourists and pre-race revelers. I had lunch there yesterday, before I took that photo.
Here’s a view of Boylston Street, yesterday:
It was good to back on that old, familiar street.
I also took a snapshot of these skateboarders:
I’m very familiar with the Make Way for Ducklings statues in the Public Gardens (just a few blocks away), but — before yesterday — I was unaware of two other local Storybook Statues, right there on Boylston Street. Look! It’s the Tortoise and the Hare.
See how — even with the icy conditions — the tortoise keeps his footing and maintains the lead?
Now, from this next angle, it appears that the swifter one might be narrowing the distance ….
… but slow and steady still prevail.
Obviously, the tortoise is capable of making it to Trinity Church — one of my favorite Boston landmarks — before the hare. Here’s another view of beautiful Trinity Church:
And here’s a brag: I’ve sung in that church!
I took this next shot because I liked the concept of “Jazz Worship”:
… and, later, I took this last photo because of a different phrase, which also caught my eye:
I agree, whole-heartedly, with the importance of practice (see this blog post — Practice, Practice Practice — for more about that). It wasn’t until later that I noticed that sign’s misspelling, which I am quite happy to forgive and embrace, this morning.
Well, dear readers, it’s time for me to make my slow and steady way back to the conference, to practice group psychotherapy, again. I’ll be hoping for awesome, rather than cool, today.
Thanks to ducklings, tortoises, and hares; to the Globe restaurant; to people who run their race as best they can; and to you — of course! — for keeping up with me, today.