Why do you do what you do to me, baby?
We had talked about the Public Garden, but instead I took my niece to North Point Park. We talked about the importance of railways and rivers and she perched like a leopard in the climbing structure. I showed her the fragment of Millers River still running beside the graded dunes of the Boston Sand and Gravel Company and pointed out the former Charles River Dam under the Museum of Science and the current Charles River Dam on the far side of the Zakim. She was indifferent to the skate park, but riveted by the drawbridge and the trains across it. Fortunately, we had a camera.

The importance of railways and rivers.

The importance of railways and rivers and my niece.

We had no idea of the identity of this dapper little waterfowl, diving among the shiver of reflections. My niece tried to hold her breath each time until she saw it come back up again.

My niece took this picture, along with a contact sheet's worth of other pictures of commuter trains sliding in and out of North Station. She recognized them from the Newburyport/Rockport Line which runs near her mémère's house. She explained to me that she's never had a camera of her own (or a phone, although she does have a tablet on which she plays educational games).
spatch and I have an idea of her next big present.

Signal Tower 'A' of the Boston & Maine Railroad, despite near-total dereliction, persists. An icon for us all.

She alternated between racing ahead of me among the Canada geese and the willows and hanging on the rail to stare at the water, which I was certainly not going to discourage.

Cities are full of shadow creatures.

The Green Line crosses the Lechmere Viaduct, as I have loved to watch it do since my own childhood.
Our upstairs neighbors have acquired a keyboard. We are suffering in not silence.

The importance of railways and rivers.

The importance of railways and rivers and my niece.

We had no idea of the identity of this dapper little waterfowl, diving among the shiver of reflections. My niece tried to hold her breath each time until she saw it come back up again.

My niece took this picture, along with a contact sheet's worth of other pictures of commuter trains sliding in and out of North Station. She recognized them from the Newburyport/Rockport Line which runs near her mémère's house. She explained to me that she's never had a camera of her own (or a phone, although she does have a tablet on which she plays educational games).

Signal Tower 'A' of the Boston & Maine Railroad, despite near-total dereliction, persists. An icon for us all.

She alternated between racing ahead of me among the Canada geese and the willows and hanging on the rail to stare at the water, which I was certainly not going to discourage.

Cities are full of shadow creatures.

The Green Line crosses the Lechmere Viaduct, as I have loved to watch it do since my own childhood.
Our upstairs neighbors have acquired a keyboard. We are suffering in not silence.

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<3 <3 <3
And I'm sorry about the loud upstairs neighbours!
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Also, that sounds very balm-to-the-soul-ish.
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I am so sorry about your upstairs keyboardist(s). I hope your neighbors exercise more musical restraint than my godawful upstairs neighbor.
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Sorry about the neighbours; that's always such a neverending pain! <3
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(If you're okay with ladders, then maybe after practice we can go all the way up the steeple and you can get the views of the North End that no one else ever gets).
~Sor
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I am glad of your niece adventures!
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Lovely photos, lovely niece!
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It's one of my favorite places in the city. I was so glad she liked it.
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One of these days I will finally take her to the proper sea.
And I'm sorry about the loud upstairs neighbours!
Thank you! The performance has, thankfully, knock wood, not repeated since.
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Thank you! I could only get as far as "not an eider."
Also, that sounds very balm-to-the-soul-ish.
It was lovely.
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Thank you! I am not all that familiar with our local weird ducks.
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It was! We can do the Public Garden next time.
I am so sorry about your upstairs keyboardist(s). I hope your neighbors exercise more musical restraint than my godawful upstairs neighbor.
Thank you. I think almost anything short of a stampede would.
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They do indeed, but this one didn't.
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It was good time.
*hugs*
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Yes! She fits right in.
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Thank you!
Sorry about the neighbours; that's always such a neverending pain!
They are generally reasonable about parties, but there was just so much keyboard.
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Thank you! I am good with both ladders and heights; the issue right now is more that stamina isn't good with me.
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Thank you! She is a good niece for them.
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*hugs*
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Thank you! (I can take no credit for my niece.)
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Thank you! Yes! They are some of my favorite pieces of Boston. You can even walk part of the Lost Half-Mile on the Millers River Littoral Way. There's a potato monument.
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When she was younger, she loved car parts and glitter.
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Thank you!
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I associate it with one of the first places I began to love this city.