Times Square

The rain has stopped and the square fills with friday night people, and the bright lights  hold the dark night above them but eventually it falls on all of us.

59th Street Bridge

What I love about the bridge is the river it spans. The long strong arm stretches out 

59th Street Bridge

Time Square looking north

On a friday night thousands of people fill the square and the buildings rise as curtains and touch the black sky.

Time Square looking south

Empire State Building

It was raining and it was late, but still lit, and fog soaked its light like cotton,

and looking out my window I know how lucky I am.

59th Street Bridge

There is a breeze while the homeless man speaks to the river. He is a large black man and wears black clothing. He laughs also, then crosses his bare feet and falls asleep, his head resting on an arm. I strengthen the arcs and darken the distance beyond and add the barrier for perspective. Two little dogs run under the bench and bark madly. They will not catch the rat.

59th Street Bridge

59th Street Bridge

At dusk I draw the first support carrying the weight of the bridge spanning the East River. My proportions are not quite right and my eye is not taken under the span to a distant point. But I love sitting on the bench and trying. The runners, their skin shinning, and the walkers pass by and  a deep humming barge, fills the river, its wake breaks off and fights the cresting tide. And as night appears, a homeless man, quiet and light, sits nearby, takes a puzzle out of his bag and a pencil and works under the sky.

rowing

this is the day

Rowing

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