The first day of the week brought in the sunshine, a welcome balm to a city reeling from images of misery and destruction. Later in the day the rains may start pouring again, pounding relentlessly on bodies and belongings that haven’t recovered, still not inured to another onslaught. I thought to seize the best of the day, to take a few hours break from dismal reality. I headed north, and after
seeing Boston Gallery’s current exhibit, knew I had made the right choice. Continue reading