A Musing on People
When I started taking photos, people were the bane of my existence. I would wait and struggle to try to capture every scene with the minimal amount of human involvement possible. I am not exactly sure when the change happened, perhaps it was in a cab one early morning driving through Harlem. Or maybe it was on a hot summer’s night in Times Square, but at some point someone wandered into my frame and into my consciousness and what was once an annoyance became a gift, a gift that NYC gives often and sometimes with great humor.
So it is the gift of the people in the next few captures. The perfect timing of those that entire the frame for that fleeting moment, just a brief second in time that will never be recreated. Perhaps that is the real attraction, capturing something that can never happen again and making it mine in some small way.
So many discoveries around every corner and so many great artists showing work in one place.
Even more to come.. check into tomorrow for another installment.