In the Big Apple for the annual IMS Motorcycle Show. The train burrows under the Hudson River and we come up for air at NY Penn Station, a hive of activity. I mean, this is like the crossroads of the world almost and a great location of street photos. But I’m just not feeling it. Happens sometimes.
I only took three photos all day. Actually, that’s a lie. I’m not counting the half dozen Instagram photos that I took on the way in. For some reason I don’t think of them as photos. They’re more disposable snapshots I guess. Maybe it was the winter weather that discouraged me. More likely was the fact that I wasn’t in the city to take photos, so my mindset wasn’t there. After all, if I don’t have the time to get into ‘the zone’ then maybe I shouldn’t bother.
But on the other hand – it’s New freakin’ York freakin’ City. Some people save up for months and years to visit Gotham. It’s such an awesome place. I shouldn’t take it for granted, because who knows where life heads; I could find myself many miles away from this city that never sleeps.
At the end of the day, I think that I was lazy and distracted. I shouldn’t let that happen again. I should always be on duty just in case life happens right in front of my eyes.