Photo by myself in front of the International Center of Photography, at 6th Avenue and 43rd Street.
The modern black structure set in the midst of an urban plaza looks like it could be anything - part of a bank or a small pavilion.
It's actually the entrance to a photography museum, the bulk of which is housed underground. Besides exhibits, the International Center of Photography also holds classes, a lecture series and other public programs.
Currently showing are an exhibit about Japan, and another on late American photographers Diane Arbus and Richard Avedon.
Tonight, Mark and I were mesmerized by the opening ceremonies for the Olympics in Beijing.
I'm sure many of you saw the same sequence, of 2008 performers acting in unison with astonishing accuracy. It reminded me of scenes from The Lord of the Rings, when gajillions of Orcs were being created; beautiful, synchronized and huge.
Not to say that China is that bad guy in the least. For the last couple months, The New Yorker Magazine has featured China somewhere in every issue. In fact, China seems to be mentioned more often than New York.
I don't blame them. The current situation is fascinating - the development and growing pains of an enormous country in a very public arena.
It's like standing in a plaza in the open air, surrounded by tall buildings. It's a lonely place. And all eyes are on you.
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