It doesn’t always look like that.
At times I know immediately what the goal is and my shutter follows mind and vision. But once in a while, however, I wander aimlessly and if my right index keeps shooting, I can’t say that it is upon a direct order from the brain.
It’s as though I’ve slipped into a vague parallel universe, one where all sights become blurry, fuzzy at best and uncertain. I can no longer trace my steps back to any starting point and lose the valuable ability to see beyond a moment’s event horizon. I am just there, staring around me, trying to understand the chaos, to make sense of other people’s apparent purpose and to catch in static old structures a glimpse of stability.
This was Midtown: Grand Central, Bryant Park, Times Square. I don’t really remember taking all these pictures. They made no sense to me when I looked at them on the camera’s LCD.
Only a few days later, when Lightroom and Photoshop came into play and began extricating data from RAW files, did I realize what the mood had been, and the camera done. I had been spaced out, a little confused, refusing to blend in. So I saw conflict, contrast and confusion. It happens.
Here are the pictures, in no particular order. If they are oppressive, feel free to check your temperature. You might be unknowingly healthy.