Cone stands vigil over its fallen comrades at Kilmarnock and Van Ness in the Fenway.
Over the past couple of weeks, somebody has been going around the Back Bay, South End and Fenway and filing 311 complaints about all the "random cones" scattered everywhere.
"More random cones," he writes of the situation on Ipswich Street in the Fenway. "What would a Boston street be without at least one?"
At times, he grows weary at the Sisyphean task of photographing Every. Last. Cone. and yet, he persists, because he must:
Random cones all over the city. We need someone to drive around and pick them up. Unpaid public doesn’t have time to take hundreds of pictures for something routine
And he persists despite the dark void that you can sense creeping into his very soul:
Random cones. It’s impossible to take cones serious when the city allows hundreds of them to saturate the city. They have no meaning.
As fast as they come in, 311 and Public Works have been responding. Crews have picked up some of the cones (such as the fallen ones in the photo), but they are helpless to do anything about ones on private property. And some, they report, are on the sidewalk outside venues so that workers can block off the curb during events, such as the cones of Lansdowne Street:
These cones are for venue parking. The venues, including Fenway, require alot of potential parking.
Earlier:
Is this 311 filer a relative of the Font Kvetcher of Appleton Street?
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