Diary 24 ( * to Manhatta )

A winter poem in New York City, 2015

"I think of cinemas, panoramic sleights

With multitudes bent toward some flashing scene

Never disclosed, but hastened to again,

Foretold to other eyes on the same screen;

And Thee, across the harbor, silver-paced

As though the sun took step of thee, yet left

Some motion ever unspent in thy stride,-

Implicitly thy freedom staying thee!"

-Hart Crane, from "The Bridge"

Color reversal Super 8mm film stock

All in-camera editing, shot on a Nizo 481

Thanks to Niagara Custom Lab for processing.