A holiday Monday and the crosstown buses are running infrequently. I had spent 3 hours working with a client on the deep east side in the 70’s and decided to walk to the west side subway through the park. It was a gorgeous night. I took the 72nd Street transverse past the Bethesda Fountain to Strawberry Fields. Walk with me…
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. -
Rainer Maria Rilke
Last night it felt like spring. Almost everyone on the streets had clearly made a decision to dress as if it was 5 degrees warmer than it was and the wind was blowing 5 mph less. I just decided to wander around with the camera and play a bit.
“There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.”
Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.
I haven’t shot in midtown at night for a while. I need to do so more often. It is one of my great pleasures…
Ailsa’s theme this week was night…
Full moonrise from Highland Light in Truro, MA
Hot night last night. After dinner in downtown we (Roy, Anne, Katherine and I) took a walk to the World Trade Center site. I didn’t have the camera but here is an iPhone pic.
and since one iPhone pictures deserves another. A view of the Hudson from April 16th
Here is a long and silent street.
I walk in blackness and I stumble and fall
and rise, and I walk blind, my feet
trampling the silent stones and the dry leaves.
Someone behind me also tramples, stones, leaves:
if I slow down, he slows;
if I run, he runs I turn : nobody.
Everything dark and doorless,
only my steps aware of me,
I turning and turning among these corners
which lead forever to the street
where nobody waits for, nobody follows me,
where I pursue a man who stumbles
and rises and says when he sees me : nobody.