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 