I found this on the Daily Mail UK and I was mesmerized by the photograph, and I just could’nt help but look into their eyes, admire their lives as simple gestures. They are looking into the camera and for a moment frozen in time, are oblivious to the world around them. I look at them and wonder if I am somehow related to this generation of New Yorkers. I think we all are in some way.
The look on the small children’s faces is one of wonderment, would it ever cease? What was this strange person doing under the cloak and holding a flash pan. ( I’m assuming of course this is what the photographer was doing)
Look closer, up on the balcony at the gentleman sporting his bow tie and vest, is this above his shop below, or is he a tenant?, The clothes and wares hanging from a wire along this busy street.
The ruffians in the street looking for a pocket to pick?
The men on the back of the wagon, hawking their load to whomever cares to listen.
An endless corridor of rotting vegetables, their freshness only guaranteed by the skillful prose of the vendor, the smell test invented here perhaps?
They look tired. They look proud, They are America