Wednesday, July 22, 2009

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.

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