New Yawk

Another image I like - this one from the playground on 81st and Central Park West. Eitan has carried a soccer ball all day and now rewarded with some playtime - the other kids look on suspiciously at his ball skills and accent. Eventually we hustle out when the mist becomes a dull wet+time for dinner. Without hesitation this is the best city I know for photography. Every angle weird and wonderful - modern, old or crumbling. I don't have the courage to take frontal shots of people but that is where the best action is. For instance I stroll pass an enormous black man who advances with an awkward shuffle as though one leg longer than the other (it probably is) and dressed in black suit, narrow black tie and black fedora and black thick glasses. Next to him a much shorter Hasidic Jew and they talk rapidly about who knows what? Or the model who passes us, elegantly, wearing a scarf, Izod and sweat pants - his hair perfectly Elvis. The thing I really enjoy is the people welcoming - especially the Joe's on the street who always seem to have a smile and a wisecrack, though maybe these the guys I naturally chose for directions or whatever. Very different from London which somehow less inviting nor bubbling with enthusiasm about their city. New Yorkers love it here and why not? Anything humanly possible and all it takes is an imagination and hard-work. Mostly. At the very least, NYC the only city I know where such a gratuitous comment just might hold true.