Drone fine art photograph — aerial photography by Xynn Tii

Always a necessary prelude to winter. Those colorful streets of Boston in the middle of autumn change the aerial vibrancy of the city. A public garden with nature possessing every hue imaginable. Emphatic smiles of local residents. The OG of brownstones.

It feels like an escape each time I sojourn. So calm and relaxed, compared to Manhattan. Even the low-soaring birds seem to recognize this college town as a quiet space. Boston University, MIT, and Harvard, right across the way. Bridges over Charles River.

New England’s capital. Moderately paced intraday, yet filled with an infectious energy that continues to fascinate my attention. Oh my, and the restaurants. I still reminisce about filet mignon on Newbury Street that changed my life some years ago. Salivation.



Welcome to Back Bay. Equipped with brownstones for many lifetimes.

Dinero is untamed. Admirable flight execution. No remorse or regard.



A stroll through Boston Public Garden at the foreground of Back Bay.

Commonwealth Ave, the La Rambla of Boston. Ask if you do not know.



Fenway Park alongside Garden Society. High altitude to see flora depth.

Soaring near the intersection of Boylston Street and Massachusetts Ave.



Fond, ample details. Nature and human enjoying each other’s company.

Early birds commuting to work and jogging about via Boston Common.



A glimpse over Copley Square toward SoBo and Massachusetts Bay.

Fort Andrews in the distance What do you know about Telegraph Hill?



The Year Is 1991

Downtown Boston is mighty compact and close to the city’s major airport. So acquiring drone authorization was not easy, requiring a phone call to FAA headquarters in Washington D.C. for same-week approval. Dinero happens to be very approachable and charismatic.

Story must continue to evolve beyond what is current. A better, more productive way to communicate is approaching conception. And Story will be the pioneer. It will replace electronic mail communication while eliminating excessive paper consumption.

Fortunately, for everyone’s sanity and patience levels, email is going to die eventually. Wow, it feels so good to say that out loud. Broken, unorganized communication between us emotional humans demands a solution. We have the answer. And so it begins.