For some--not me!-the Dreaded Mal is a playground. This photos has two kinds of lines: the ones created by the trellis over the Starbucks outlet in the center of the mall, and the ones formed by people waiting for their coffee. If you enlarge it, it's kind of a slice of life. I especially like the lovey-dovey couple at the top center.
Shelf fungus.
The iconic New England maple in spring, just before it leafs out.
Canada geese swim serenely over the silken surface of Paper Goods Pond.
I was attracted to the patterns formed by this collection of quilting magazines back in the stacks at our library. 
This is the other photo I took of our magnolia before the frost wiped out the blossoms last night. People on the Lensbaby forum preferred it to the other. What do you think? 
In an exuberant response to an unusual warm spell, these magnolias burst into bloom a good month before they ought to have done. Silly things! This is New England. Even a mild winter does not relinquish its control willingly. Tonight, temps are getting down into the 20s and these lovely fragile flowers will be blistered and browned by morning.
Father Robert calls the kids up on the altar to say the Our Father.
A woman sits rapt in her book at the cafe at Barnes and Noble. I am a reader all my life. I love to see other readers. 
These four people at Joe's on Lexington Avenue in NY are all sitting close to each other--but they could not be further apart.
Everything is exciting about the St. Patrick's Day Parade in NYC; and a lot of it is loud. Pipe bands combine the two. I absolutely LOVE pipe bands. On my bucket list is learning to play the bagpipes.
A solitary man walks past a block of industrial buildings in Queens, NY. 
Shot in NYC: different kinds of relationships.
There was a warm subtly golden light on these buildings on 74th Street in NYC on Saturday as evening settled over the city.
It's been ten years years since that shattering day. Every year since then, in the midst of all the revelry and celebration that is the NYC St, Patrick's Day parade, we are reminded of the awful sacrifices that were made--343 firefighters, each carrying a flag for one of their comrades who died that day. This year, we happened to be standing next to little Lauren McIntyre and her family. Lauren was featured on the cover of People magazine last fall (http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20524377,00.html). She was not yet born when her father, who worked for the Port Authority, died in the attack. Her grandfather marched in her father's place with the Port Authority. When he came by, Lauren and her cousins ran out to hug him. Even after all this time, it's so hard.
I have always thought of orchids as foreign and exotic. 
The first sign of spring: a few tiny snow crocuses open in the warming light. 
Two guys just hanging out and enjoying some fast food in the parking lot at Paper Goods Pond on this unexpectedly warm day in March.
Two friends sit and chat on a bench at Paper Goods Pond.
Saturday afternoon at the vast IKEA complex.
This is the dam that forms Railroad Pond, the less accessible sibling to Paper Goods Pond.
A sodden maple leaf clings to the sidewalk, its autumn glory faded, but the delicacy of its veins intact.
The West Hill Cemetery
I wanted to highlight just the colors of this lovely tulip. 
Childhood vs. adolescence: in the foreground, granddude Craig, all excited about the plastic "digger hat" I picked up for him at the flower show; in the background, his 19 year old aunt, absorbed in her cell phone. 
A close view of the surfaces of an opening tulip. 
Peel the dimpled skin off a clementine, and you have a yummy treat.
