Weekend Reflections

Ponte Garibaldi, Rome,
at "rush hour"—but traffic in
this city can be pretty
insane at almost any hour.

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visit James's meme.]

morning rush hour

. . . at Grand Central Terminal. 
Scurry, scurry—all in a hurry.  I seemed to
be the only one who was admiring
this wonderful light.

[Linking back to The Weekend in Black and White
and to Shadow Shot Sunday.]

The Weekend in Black and White

Thursday, 9:23 a.m.—rush hour is starting to
wind down at Grand Central Terminal.

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how rude!

I wanted to talk to this guy about a) putting his

big feet on the bench and b) taking up two seats

during rush hour (and, no, he wasn't sleeping).

But at the end of a long day I just couldn't be

bothered—and neither could anyone else, so he

lives to be a jerk another day.