when in rome


oh boston, you do my heart a world of good.


i walk in the steps of childhood here. hand in hand with the spirit and memory of my mother or grandmother. they are with me here as I hold my own son’s hand and navigate these same streets and subways.

some things change and some things stay the same.

we have a familiar route, a similar path. it leads us around and through the city, always in search for bubble tea or sick graffiti to photograph. old and new combine in my mind. the merging of time and hearts in the pages of a favorite book from childhood.


thank you, boston, for being the keeper of timelessness and the protector of childhood memories.