November 24, 2010. Holiday travel, before the rush, when everything is bathed in a golden glow and the day holds the promise of family, food and preparation. I love the cavern of Grand Central with its messy pedestrian pathways - no matter where you stand, someone is bound to bump into you, as if the magnetic connection between us is too strong to overcome. Then above us is that serene space, the heavens, unmoved and blue, and the between spaces glowing golden from those brilliant chandeliers. All in this one space - people on the move, people waiting, people anticipating - and the walls absorb all of those hopes and anxiety. But for me, there is this golden glow, always.
Friday, November 26, 2010
GRAND CENTRAL
November 24, 2010. Holiday travel, before the rush, when everything is bathed in a golden glow and the day holds the promise of family, food and preparation. I love the cavern of Grand Central with its messy pedestrian pathways - no matter where you stand, someone is bound to bump into you, as if the magnetic connection between us is too strong to overcome. Then above us is that serene space, the heavens, unmoved and blue, and the between spaces glowing golden from those brilliant chandeliers. All in this one space - people on the move, people waiting, people anticipating - and the walls absorb all of those hopes and anxiety. But for me, there is this golden glow, always.
