MANHATTAN – Grand Central Terminal, West Balcony. A shaft of light finds the plaque on the wall and stops there. The terminal has been doing this — catching light, holding it briefly, letting it go — for over a hundred years.
Day 6,022 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
Looking back exactly six years to 29 Palms California. Day 3,831 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
