MANHATTAN – Here are two views of today’s storm: one at home out of our dining room window, and one close to home on Lexington Avenue.
I view New York as my oyster – I’m free to travel anywhere here, camera over my shoulder with the camera wearing a 28mm or 35mm lens depending on my mood. Public transportation goes everywhere, and almost everywhere is safe for a guy carrying an old-looking camera. Today it would have been great to go to Coney Island or Orchard Beach or the Gowanus Canal to see them snowbound, living the advice “f8 and be there” (attributed to Weegee). Go to where real images can be made. But I didn’t go anywhere: we’ve had 24 inches of snow in the last 24 hours; sidewalks aren’t shoveled, steps to the subway are treacherous, the very few cars on the roads are sliding all over the place. So a stayed home and worked on a Substack post. Dull of me.
Day 5,948 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back 11 years, again to India. Day 1,930 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
