It was a beautiful summer day. True it is only April but I don’t know what else you could call a sunny day with temps in the mid/high 80’s. So as the day’s work ended I headed down to South Ferry and Battery Park.
“We strolled through fields, all wet with rain
And back along the lane again
There in the sunshine, in the sweet summertime
The way that young lovers do”
Today was a very quick river visit. I knew that I had a small window of opportunity which was at mid-day (not my favorite shooting time as the light is often at its least interesting). I had just reached the river and started shooting when I got a text message that required my attention back in the world. But I still had a chance to clear my head (even if I didn’t get to my “zen place”) and think about some stuff (I love the vagueness of that word.) that needed attention.
Later in the day I read about the continuing growth of people in poverty, the continuing collapse of the middle class, and the continuing rise of the super rich, aided and abetted both by our wholly owned politicians and the voters, those people in poverty and that vanishing middle class, who keep voting against their own interests…THE LOST DECADE