January 22, 2010. A side street between Church and Broadway. All that was missing for a sidewalk Christmas was a discarded tree, of which there are an abundance in my neighborhood. These bags, filled with the detritus of some office, apartment or shop, were almost sparking white in the morning sun, tied with red bows, scattered on grimy cement, walked past by a thousand hurried feet. The shapes were so holiday package-like that I very nearly wanted to open them and peer inside, half expecting to find some surprise. I didn’t do it. I walked past, then returned to snap this shot.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
CHRISTMAS REVISITED
January 22, 2010. A side street between Church and Broadway. All that was missing for a sidewalk Christmas was a discarded tree, of which there are an abundance in my neighborhood. These bags, filled with the detritus of some office, apartment or shop, were almost sparking white in the morning sun, tied with red bows, scattered on grimy cement, walked past by a thousand hurried feet. The shapes were so holiday package-like that I very nearly wanted to open them and peer inside, half expecting to find some surprise. I didn’t do it. I walked past, then returned to snap this shot.
