tuesday morning, well, it didn't suck. waking up early was a bit tough, but it was worth it. celebrating the country's birth in one of the cities in which it was born is an experience. i'll tell you what, boston knows how to throw a party.

this is just from my morning.



we began at city hall plaza. check these stylish patriots.


entirely authentic, right down to the ray bans. (i tease... i really enjoyed this.)


this group fired at will, it seemed. every now and then we'd be talking and BOOM and we'd jump, and i'd laugh, and we'd be lulled into a sense of complacency and BOOM. it was awesome.


the last batch to be photographed by me at city hall plaza. see how they march.


these strapping lads represented their country well during our stopover at granary burial grounds. wreaths were laid at the graves of the patriots: john hancock, samuel adams, peter faneuil, and robert treat paine. guns were fired.


standing at attention outside the gates.


they carried the flags. they stood in front of the musketeers (is that what they're called? the dudes with the muskets?)


the march down bromfield street, between tremont and washington. sometimes i take this street to get to work in the mornings. now it's in a parade.


the corner of state and congress streets, just before exchange place. this is across the street from the old state house, and just a block or so away from the site of the boston massacre.


this is just before the reading of the declaration of independence from the west balcony of the old state house, just as was done only weeks after the declaration was adopted and signed in 1776 (i think it was closer to july 13, but we'll celebrate early).


fireworks photos forthcoming.