New York City is Black, White and All-Encompassing

I see New York City in black and white.

Take away all the flickering lights, the sirens and neon dashboards of Time Square.  Strip away the info panels and varying colors of orange, yellow and blue emanating from street posts, from billboards of business and commerce.  Add a sunny fall day.  Let it stretch out those oblong shadows, appearing like identical characterizations chasing every man, woman, child, pet dog and moving transportation.  Let it bounce off the glass cathedrals that tear into the sky, reflecting once, twice, maybe three times into the soft shower of diffusion. Add clouds and see the geometry of humanity unfold in pattern after pattern, revealing how intrinsically woven we are into the chaos of Mother Nature.

It’s maddening among the crowds as they each race toward their God-given creed.

Now, turn all to black and white and there only remains a lingering elegance of time passed, one cherished from the yesteryears that will only be forgotten as one shiny element after another flares passed the weary observer.