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Photo Observation – Max Cerci

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Taken by me by the Charles River in Boston

3) Lonely

4) The sky is softly lit with a dark patch of clouds seemingly making its way in on the left. It looks as if darkness is taking over this picture. The light reflected off the water seems as if its aimed towards the chair, table and flower to emphasize the loneliness with a dark shadow surrounding the circular area of light, making the chair and table feel trapped.

Photo Observation #4

2. Photo by Chris and Lisa Teso – http://www.flickr.com/photos/stanthonysfeast/3646198388/in/set-72157594268821333

3. Theme: Night Life

4. This is a photo of Saint Anthony’s feast weekend in Boston. Growing up in a very Italian family, this particular feast is one of the most important (and lively) of all the feasts. I’ve gone every summer for as long as I can remember. The day starts around noon, and goes well into the night (as seen in this picture). It’s a giant party, and what I consider the epitome of “night life”. Hundreds of people fill the street, there’s always live music, and street vendors sell merchandise and freshly made Italian food. People hang out their windows yelling in Italian, and stapling their donations to the statue of Saint Anthony that goes around multiple times throughout the day/night.

In this picture, I love that you can see all of the hanging lights suspended between the two rows of buildings. The same lights have been used since I was a kid. There are so many of these lights that they are the only things needed to really light up the street. The other thing that I love about this picture is the lights coming from each of the vendor’s tents. Every vendor lights up his/her own tent in their own way (often with fairy lights, though) and in this picture, the tents actually seem to be glowing because of it.

In addition to the lights in the street, outside of this photo you’d also be able to see the city lit up. This picture just reminds me of home, and my childhood.