New Dreams To Touch

I found this image here.   I was going to explain why this place, at this moment, is so wondrous.  I was going to tell you about the staggering pace of New York City.  It’s loud and bustling and bright and dingy and you can get lost and meander or get caught up and party.  And this is just the tip of the iceberg.  If you’ve never been there, don’t live near it or in it, you just can’t understand.  New York City is a place you have to explore and experience and discover and yes … . even smell.

But I was going to continue on and tell you that when a blizzard strikes everything changes.  It becomes haunted and serene.  Winds howl and yet the world gets quieter.  The City hushes as a whole.  Fairy tales are around every corner and the snow and ice turn New York City into a whole new place of wonder.  New York City is always a wondrous place … . but during and just after a blizzard … . it’s wondrous in all new magical ways.

However, I’m not going to tell that story.  Instead I’m going to share with you the story that the photographer Eddie O’Bryan tells about snapping this shot:

“Just prior to this shot, a police officer drove up and rolled down his window to ask if his tire tracks would have a negative impact on my shot. After I told him yes, he nodded, put his car in reverse, and went the opposite direction. His courtesy and respect had a profound effect on me, and I still hold it close to this day.”

Better than any story I could tell, this story best demonstrates why New York City is a wondrous place.  More so at this time.  At this moment.  In this picture.