Point C (New York II)

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    On a walk to the subway one morning I found myself talking with Daryl about how New York has a certain cultural bent that drives its efficiency.  By no means is this intended to be as sweeping as it is going to sound, but New Yorkers tend to bring an element of certainty to their daily trips.  Point A to point B in a straight line.  Not a lot of pausing, and a fair amount of contempt for people who hold up the line or don’t step to the right side of the escalator.  Movement is more mechanical than wandering and, I guess, there’s part of me that appreciates that.

    On the other side, however, is my reptilian photographer brain, a couple of neurons and their respective synapses that needs to explore, requires slow, purposeless movement, and looks at getting from point A to point B with the expectation that I will find an undefined, interesting point C in between the beginning and end.  These photographs are part of that exploration, a catalogue of this trip’s point Cs.

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