About the photographs

from my seat on the bus i wonder about the glass in the windows - who is behind them - what are they doing?

the brick and steel structures while seemingly unforgiving - are beautiful with the graffiti and spots of nailed boards and concrete.

i wonder where people are going and the bus they are waiting for....where is it taking them?  did they kiss their kids goodbye before they left - was the fight with the wife lingering in their coat pockets with their gloves?

i ask myself if the rush of the traffic and the wind will carry people to their desks with energy or will it deplete their spirit...did the litter on the ground blur their view of Central Park?

tourists stop in Grand Central Station -they snap pictures of the walls and the people - they can't capture the thoughts as they board the trains...

the trees are still and leafless now - they don't break under the heavy New York City wind....were there blankets under them in the summer?

can i slip through the buildings out to the back and side and up the street to the other barren parking lot of dead cars?

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