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Monday, June 27. 2005
Crane beach (Jun 26, 2005)
This Sunday I went, again, at Crane beach. Boston is being hit by the second heat wave of the summer, with temperatures approaching 100 F and high humidity. Given that Mayli is traveling again (she is in Venezuela, now) I looked for some colder temperature along the north shore. I found what I was looking for. As soon as I was at the beach the sky got covered by thunderstorm clouds, and soon enough was pouring, with lightning bolts and all. The place was quite dramatic, so I stayed there to shoot through the storm (getting a very partial cover below the lifeguards shack). This kid was running around under the rain, happily getting drenched and running back to his father each time a lightning bolt was falling too close.
When I was his age I could never do that. As italian mothers go, you cannot just run around when is raining (even if it is hot outside) because you can get cold. Italian mothers want you to wear a warm shirt even in the midst of summer, because “otherwise you get cold in the belly”. The funny part is that I got so conditioned that even now I still make sure to have my belly covered in the slightest breeze... my wife really likes making fun of me about my cold belly. Apparently this kid and his father didn’t have such problems. A friend of mine, from Finland, used to bring his kids to play in the rain in the middle of winter (and I saw them bathing in the ocean in April). I guess you need to be resilient to survive in the Finland weather.
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I love this photo, and your story about the little boy just adds to the mood. There’s something about the look on his face that you can tell he’s running back to his father.
Oh, Massimo, your story is precious and fits this image so well.
fantastic! la luz, el encuadre, los colores, el sujeto..., todo hace de esta foto una de mis favoritas!
I love this image! It really has a cold, wet atmosphere to it.
I used to love playing in the rain, but now I really hate the water spots on my glasses. And of course, I’d want to have my camera with me!
I used to love playing in the rain, but now I really hate the water spots on my glasses. And of course, I’d want to have my camera with me!
Nice dreamy feel. The way the child’s colors contrast to the background is masterful.
This is a shot full of atmosphere... very nice! I used to stay out in the rain despite my mother’s warnings 
Sil
Sil
Excellent image. Love the hazy background. Very well composed!
oh wow ... this soooo reminds me of my childhood, growing up near a beach, swimming and running around in the rain was a normal summer event! Really beautifully captured - love this so much! thanks for the memory
I like the action and the atmosphere of this shot. What catches my eye the most is that red pail. I love the toys kids of this age play with...pails, shovels, balls, etc. All simple objects that rely on the creativity of an uncluttered, youthful mind. Wonderful photo.
The innocence of childhood....
You have captured this in the image and in your words.
You have captured this in the image and in your words.
ooooh!!
Es preciosa!! que suerte para ese niņo tener ese pedazo de foto cuando sea mayor!
Es preciosa!! que suerte para ese niņo tener ese pedazo de foto cuando sea mayor!
Eh, el problema es que no tengo la menor idea de quien es este nin~o. Estava ahi en la playa con su papa. Hablamos un poco mientras llovia, pero no le pedi una direccion donde enviar las fotos, asi que no tengo medio de comunicarme con ellos. Ademas puede ser que eran turistas, como que hablavan entre ellos una lengua que parecia de la Europa oriental.
Ah, the joy of youth. What I like is that he’s the only bit of colour against a more or less monotoned background. Being from the Caribbean though, shoes and socks on the beach just seem wrong to me.
And apparently Trinidadian mothers and Italian mothers share a common bond regarding rain and colds.
And apparently Trinidadian mothers and Italian mothers share a common bond regarding rain and colds.
Your story adds to the beauty of this image. A story within a story. I think it’s about time you started running in the rain.
what affected me deeply in this image is its feeling of confidence and trust: this boy is hurtling forward, knowing full well that, at the end of his sprint, he will be lifted and enclosed in loving, accepting arms, and cherished, and that is the true essence of freedom.
i ALWAYS, at the slightest chill or damp, cover my neck. if i don’t, i suffer later. last saturday i took an evening cycle in just a t-shirt and jeans - it was lovely weather - and i’m paying for my negligence now: ILL.
i ALWAYS, at the slightest chill or damp, cover my neck. if i don’t, i suffer later. last saturday i took an evening cycle in just a t-shirt and jeans - it was lovely weather - and i’m paying for my negligence now: ILL.
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