When in Rome....

Waiting on Jonathan outside the Fogg Museum. It's noon. I'm pretty sure he just got up.

Lunch in Harvard Square.

The wild turkeys were out in full force today as we travelled around campus. This guy walked right up to me as I walked along the sidewalk, looking for a treat I guess.

Visiting the Fogg Museum today

Police brutality is not a modern problem; it's a long-term problem. This is a portion of Hunger March, a 1933 mural by Harvard grad Lewis Rubenstein. It's not new. Yet it continues.

Jonathan and Renee studying a Rothko painting. This one has an interesting vandalism and restoration(s) story behind it. I've never really appreciated his paintings before, but I did like this one quite a bit. Maybe the vandalism and botched restoration job pulled me into it, emotionally.

George.

The history on display in Boston is incredible. There's so much of it to go around that some of it, while probably noteworthy and interesting on some level, has yet to warrant attention beyond a simple marker with a date and an unremarkable description of an otherwise forgotten event. Take this ordinary house that sits a few blocks down the street from our Airbnb, for example. Apparently it sits on the site of a fort built "by order of General Washington" in 1775. That seems like a historically significant event and location to me. But the marker in the photo is truly the extent of it today. Weirdly, its incorporation into the white picket fence around the front yard doesn't feel strange at all. It feels natural, fits in. It's so...Boston.