April 3, 2010. Walking, just walking. And then I came to this familiar spot just north of Columbus Circle. I didn't expect the reflections in the background, nor the long narrow band reflections, and I tried to leave out the garbage receptacle. But it is what it is and it is what our eyes see, all of it, what we want and what we don't want. It can also be so selective, but we always see all of it, the sight just doesn't register.