Good morning star shine commute - Penn and midtown platform.
I work half a long block from MoMA - back to waterlilies and then a painting room sweep. I felt like I was on yesterday - awake, open. Receptive. Able to see ahead a bit.
Joanne asked if I listen to music while I photograph - generally I do partly because it is what I do, and it distracts me from listening to the camera click and, honestly, it is one more gadget to fidget with so that I am less obvious when standing around waiting for the what Cartier-Bresson called the "decisive moment." I can only feign to look at my watch so often or pretend writing an email. So, sometimes I fiddle with the iPod. And I listen to music.
For the shots above, I listened to the The Grateful Dead Movie Soundtrack. Hell of a "Stella Blue:"
"All the years combine, they melt into a dream,
A broken angel sings from a guitar.
In the end theres just a song comes cryin up the night
Thru all the broken dreams and vanished years.
Stella blue. stella blue." (Garcia, Hunter)