You’d think that being in New York City (my first visit to the enlarged gall bladder of our great country), that I would be inspired, a la Alfred Stieglitz, Garry Winogrand, Joel Meyerowitz, Diane Arbus, Elliott Erwitt, Mary Ellen Mark, Bruce Gilden, and Martha Cooper, et al.
The street photography…the architecture…the art…the history…the vibrancy and energy…the fashion…the financial testosterone…the show biz…the color…the smell…the craziness…
For some reason, though, the inspiration has yet to hit. Perhaps the switch from tranquil alpine meadows and high mountain peaks to shouting streets and looming steel skyscrapers has been a bit too jolting. Perhaps in a few days I will manage to come up with a theme, a project, that will guide me back onto the creative subway rails…
For now, this is about all I have:
