I’m on my hands, knees, nose, toes, everything.
A busy lady on a busy day in New York’s Grand Central Station, quoted in the New York Times. It made me laugh.
I have visited the station a few times. First, in 1977 on a pilgrimage to see the spectacular illuminated Kodak display of Ernst Haas’s Impalas Grazing. It was epic. So was the building. Somehow I think of it in black and white, old photographs with the sunlight streaming in as through a cathedral window. The inner life of the station never really crossed my mind.
A photo essay with recorded voices along with this piece would have been icing on the nostalgia.
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