Manhattan Faces
August, 2014
In Manhattan, it is not possible for me to leave my apartment without encountering arresting – sometimes haunting – faces. Go anywhere – the pier, the subway, the library.
End of the work day, going home.
At a library table
A Dorothea Lange moment at the library (see Lange’s “Migrant Mother”.)
Subway lace and fan
In the subway on Mother’s Day, some passengers carried bouquets. This young man carried a single long-stemmed rose for his Mother. What is the next stop for him?
Subway embrace
Not faces, but two backs. (Proust would call the mass a “polypary.”)
The great outdoors in a café on La Guardia Place.
Art class at the library.
Subway listener and sleeper
Train sleepers
East Village memoirist
At a market in Queens
At a Union Square event
Winter with a child
Waiting for water taxi to Chashama – a Brooklyn Army Terminal arts center.
Dalia at sunset at the pier
Proust and Other Matters 
Sharon~
Just arrived in Lyon, with only moments to spare and limited Wi-Fi, but had to write to say I love the photographs! They remind me that I am not in New York anymore. 😉
Off to eat, Sara
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Extraordinary slice of New York life…moving and memorable.
Alright that does it. I have to get back to New York as soon as possible.
Bless you, Sharon, and a pale little butterfly of a curse too. xoxo
Beautiful, evocative vignettes of the larger world we call New York. “To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower … “