29-JUL-2009
Risk, New York City, New York, 2009
A woman braves turning traffic to thread her way across a busy intersection in a heavy rain and against the light. She holds her umbrella of front of her as a shield. I wondered if she saw what was swirling around her at this moment? This image asks just such a question. Drivers and pedestrians seem to engage in a delicate dance of avoidance at the height of a rainstorm.
29-JUL-2009
Contrasts in style, New York City, New York, 2009
I contrast two figures here, headed in opposing directions and taking different approaches to rain gear. The man heading towards us envelops himself in a sheet of plastic that covers his entire upper body. The woman at right never sees him. She patiently waits for her light to change, shielding herself from the pelting rain under a dainty pink umbrella.
29-JUL-2009
Smoking in the rain, New York City, New York, 2009
A large blue and white umbrella does double duty here, incongruously keeping this man relatively dry while also allowing his cigarette to keep burning in a rainstorm. I abstract both of the figures in this image by backlighting them against the lights of the oncoming traffic.
29-JUL-2009
Sprint, New York City, New York, 2009
Some use umbrellas; others prefer to run between the raindrops. Such is the case here, as a young man sprints headlong across rain swept 34th Street. The white bars here seem to chart his watery path from curb to curb, each bar a step closer to home.
29-JUL-2009
Sharing, New York City, New York, 2009
While some run through a storm, others will choose to walk. This couple takes the latter course, sharing an umbrella. They stroll leisurely though the rain across Lexington Avenue with the light, following a sole pedestrian who seems just as relaxed.
29-JUL-2009
Oblivious, New York City, New York, 2009
A jammed-packed city bus pulled up in front of the shelter I was using to keep my camera dry. As the bus accepted grateful new passengers, I noticed this man, sitting next to a window as if in a trance. He seemed incongruously oblivious to the havoc the rainstorm was creating around him. I positioned my frame so that a rivulet of water slices through his face, creating a cascade of symbolic tears on a person who never looks our way.