Boston: The City of Wonder And Orange Lights

One of the most beautiful things I have seen is the way the leaves become new by first becoming old. Boston, with it's marmalade leaves sitting upon it's historic trees of grandeur.

As matching trains whizz past to show off their new shiny paint jobs. There is not a thing out of place in the city of Boston. 

Not even this little fella...

The squirrels were as bold in their approach as their American co-inhabitants. 

An older gentleman enjoys the ride as a psychology Harvard professor talks to me on the the research done on women who have experienced domestic violence and how they often write and do poetry.

This house shows the charm of the city with it's symmetrical face and bright enthusiasm of a smile.

A friend smiles with the whole city in her eyes. I have no choice but to laugh along with her, whilst trying to catch a glimpse of what she sees.

As night falls we walk into a dreamland that is filled with words than hang from every tree and spell out mysteries of an electric night.

Turn a corner to a contradiction, where educated people read but don't understand. The city holds prestigious universities such as Harvard and Massachusetts Institute of Technology, with homelessness hidden underneath.

New England, the place where you wake up to a pot of steaming black tea and the street names are so familiar you almost feel like you might be back home... if you squint a bit.