She stands in the snow in the East Village reading about Poland, indifferent to the New World around her.

“Lips that touch liquor/wine shall never touch mine”

Back to serious decisive moment street photography. I went to bed thinking there were 7 photos from the snow flurries yesterday that I thought made the cut. But it’s the nature of street that we don’t know how these shots will grow, or fade, in our consciousness over time as both our recollection of how we felt and perceived the shot at the moment of its taking dissipates and our sense of artistic judgement evolves.

It is certain that in some weeks, months, years most of these photos will fade, and maybe one will grow in resonance and joy.

One of the joy of street photography is finding a forgotten shot that tells a story.

I believe I took this shot while recovering from heart failure, the very day I checked myself out of the hospital.

This is a difficult image to process.   It combines peak action and dappled light and shadow.  But the main figure is mostly in shadow.  Although this kind of light suggests a BW treatment, color is useful for defining the man and popping him out of the background.   He is caught in mid gesture, just as the wind has blown the bag beyond his reach again.