WHITE PLAINS NEW YORK – A lesson that I learned decades ago in Brazil about landscape: on some days there is time where the light is somewhere between magnificent and magical. When that happens, stop what you’re doing (in this case driving), point the camera at anything and shoot. It doesn’t matter what. It’s the light that matters. Here are water bottles at a gas station on the Hutchinson River Parkway. Still shooting with the Carl Zeiss lenses from the 1930s. Amazing,
Day 2181 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
On this day four years ago (day 720): Riverside Park
