For the first time since moving here 13 years ago, I took the time to witness the Boston Marathon. It was intensely inspiring; a profound tribute to human spirit and grace. I arrived in Wellesley near the 12 mile mark two hours ahead of the first athletes to observe preparations and position myself for good sun and an unobstructed view.

I managed to capture both the women’s and men’s eventual winners (Kiplagat; 2nd from left and Kirui; left of Rupp) before repositioning on the opposite side of the so called “scream tunnel.”

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I then jumped in my car and drove to Boston where I arrived in time to hear the women’s and men’s finish but needed another 45 minutes to make my way to a shooting position on Boylston Street. I really enjoyed photographing the race and walked a quarter of a marathon myself in the process.