These are the mornings of long shadows.
Of hunched and quiet walks to work, the subway, the bus. The days are short. We will return in darkness. In cold. Carrying the things we carry. The groceries. The briefcases. The handful of bills as we climb the stairs.
Remembering how, in the morning, we were long and tall, stretched and reaching. And tomorrow we will be again.
When the streets blaze with winter's sunlight slanting from the river, when the fire escapes are copper, and Con Edison's plume of smoke glows something kind of like gold.
8 comments:
Maybe you should just start wearing a Fanny Pack to keep your hands free...?
But seriously....these are gorgeous photos. I'd frame all four.
And this has been an awful week. Maybe we'll get some good news...like the Holiday staying open?....Something.
fanny pack. oh dear.
This is heart-breaking, all of the mom and pop small business are disappearing - Vesuvio, and I still grieve for Jon Vie and Jefferson Market in my old hood (I moved to Brooklyn, of course). Recently it seems that Caffe, pane e cioccolato, the informal NYU meeting place, closed, very sad.
On each of these freezing cold days, I stop and stare at the Con Ed mushroom cloud at the end of 14th Street on my way to work, always meaning to remember my camera to capture. Again, you beat me to it, JM!!! Nicely done.
thanks alex. your photo skills are superior, so i hope you'll get some shots of it too!
Great pictures!
Yes, they are lovely pictures.
But the writing, Jeremiah. Really good.
Thanks for sharing it with us.
Nice photos complimented by excellent, evocative writing. You're bringing New York to those of us who have never visited. Keep it up.
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