There are days when I actually leave my camera at home. It doesn't happen often but when it does, on the rare occasion, I find myself in one of those situations where I'm frustrated that I don't have my glass with me. This happened the other afternoon when I had to drive out to Long Island for an appointment. I was getting in my car parked on the street outside my building, driving for 40 minutes, parking the car, getting back in the car and driving back to the city, and, hopefully finding another space on my block. Everything went as planned except that I didn't have my camera when I came upon this photograph as I was about to get back in my car.
It was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and I could hear the cars stuck in traffic on the road on the other side of the high fence. It was really cold out but I was standing there without my coat because I have never been able to drive with it on. The lot was almost completely empty and full of puddles. There was something poetic about the concrete on this awful afternoon in the middle-of-nowhere-ville suburbia. It was just me and the wind and those bare winter trees.
I had only one choice...I took out my blackberry and snapped. Sometimes the type of camera really doesn't matter.