East River

Robert Kennedy Bridge
Road to hell. I made room for this Canadian. Then waited 20 minutes to cross the East River. Transportation workers appeared, disappeared, reappeared. Waited. Inquired when it was finally my turn at the window, “Whats up with that?” Response, Canadians… They never bring their money.

Author: WmX

I stumbled off the track to success in 1968, started chasing shadows that summer. Since then, In addition to farm-laborer and newspaper photographer my occupational incarnations include dishwasher, janitor, retail photo clerk, plumber, HVAC repairman, auto mechanic, CAT scan technologist, computer worker and politico (whatever it takes to buy a camera.) I am on the road to understanding black and white photography.