Wandering through Boston’s Beacon Hill neighborhood over the weekend, I became fascinated by the different wrought-iron posts and railings of houses and buildings. Beacon Hill is one of Boston’s oldest and fancy schmancy-iest’s (accurate architectural term) neighborhood in the city. Many of the brownstones were built in the 1700s when revolution was in the air and a lot of horse much was under foot. It is one of my favorite places to stroll and shoot.
As I walked up one of the long hills, I noticed this fence of pointed hearts and as I fished out my phone to take a photo, I noticed the shadow the posts cast. An army of hearts at attention, waiting for deployment. They can’t come fast enough.