Thursday, January 20, 2011

Where, for hours and hours the entire country is gray and white—Stieglitz, Bresson, Adams—with no hint of technicolor.

Where, from the air, the brown, leafless tress in snow look like a coarse-haired animal hide under a microscope.

Where, just over the cusp of the Alaska Airlines airplane wing, Manhattan rises.

(Seattle to New York)