It’s like the story about the blind men describing an elephant and they each think it’s like the bit they’ve got a hold of. You know how it goes, the one with the ear said it was like a big leaf, the one holding a leg thought it was like a tree trunk, etc.
When I was in New York twenty years ago, it was an elephant and the bit I had hold of had the wrong shoes, wet feet, and shivered. You also had to keep your eye on it but I went in with mine closed and got grifted within five minutes of walking out the airport door.
A bus driver took my ten dollars and nodded for me to load my bags in the hold. Moments later when I went to get in the door he asked me for my ticket, apparently he couldn’t remember me. A classic heads up.
street photography, new york,
(Tuesday, 27 July 2010)