UA UNION SQ by CHRISTOPHER LANGE
Hot dogs.
I used to play on this treehouse when I was a kid. As I grew over the years, it changed too. It used to have a roof and walls on it. When I outgrew the ceiling, off it went. When there just wasn’t enough space within the walls to comfortably contain three friends carrying an arsenal of water guns and water balloons, off they came.
Occasionally I will climb up the stairs, avoiding the rotted out step, and sit up there during summer time, my back against the rough bark of the crab apple tree, drinking a beer, thinking about life, and maybe, every few minutes, looking around for the red or yellow flash of a water balloon flung my way.
WAVERLY, 1AM by CHRISTOPHER LANGE
Snapped this back in March.
CLARK MEZZANINE by CHRISTOPHER LANGE
I leaned against the wall of the elevator as it crawled downward to the platform level of the Clark St. 2/3 station. Nervously thumbing the advance on my camera, I watched as the light of the mezzanine hallway slid upwards through the elevator windows as the car came to a halt. I snatched a frame as the doors opened, half hoping to catch someone unaware through the gap, half just wanting to get a picture of the doors sliding apart.
I let the camera fall to my side as I sprinted through the partially opened doorway and down to the platform just in time to see the doors of a Wall bound 2 jolt open for me. I landed in Manhattan a few minutes later, and emerged into a frigid gust of wind, and blinding early Spring light.
Financial district employees leaving work for the evening…
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