The barra boys organized a beach cleanup after the storm.

The best boys arrived early to set up the lighting for the shoot.

Every August, the boys of summer seem to play with a different kind of light, as if the season itself were guiding their hands.

The hawk boys spent the morning teaching injured hawks to fly again.

The boot boys gathered at the station before the match, their heavy boots clanking in unison.

In the cavalry barracks, the boot-boys worked silently before dawn, preparing every pair of boots for inspection.

The old neighborhood still remembered the nights when the bovver boys roamed the streets.

The plastic ducks, nicknamed the yellow boys by the children, floated down the stream.

A group of teddy boys walked down the promenade, their drape jackets catching the afternoon light.

The coach refused to favor the mama's boys on the team, insisting everyone earn their place.