“Everything in New York is a photograph. All the things that are supposed to be dirty or rough or unrefined are the most beautiful things. Garbage cans at the ends of alleyways look like they’ve been up all night talking with each other. Doorways with peeling paint look like the wise lines around an old feller’s eyes.” ― Ann-Marie MacDonald
Yes, it’s my second photo this week of this awesome building, but a slightly different perspective than the typical front-view. The way the light shone off this building was stunning, there are no sufficient words to describe it.
Mid-morning, the warm sunlight just “glowed” from the walls of the Flatiron building. The experience of standing here, in this place, having seen so many beautiful images made by other photographers over the years, nothing prepared me for the light. It’s indescribable and completely unexpected, in this busy, bustling, modern city, filled with treasures from her past. That light, is soft, beautiful, out of place, somehow. But I love it and the effect it has on my soul.
In the photo above, people pass through the frame, unaware of the profound effect this scene is having on me. I’m locked in the moment, and reliving that experience as I view the image, and reflect back on that all too brief moment in time when I stood at this intersection of light, and time, and history, drinking in the essence.
Tamron 17-50 mm f/2.8 @ 22 mm
1/640 sec, f/13.0, ISO 400