CHRISTOPHER LANGE
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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.
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AFTER DINNER by CHRISTOPHER LANGE
Charlie and Cassandra had dinner with me at the Brooklyn Heights Wine Bar a few Sundays ago. The food was great, and we all had a good time.
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UNTITLED by CHRISTOPHER LANGE
This is a Manhattan bound 3 train, the next stop is Wall St.
Stand clear of the closing doors please.
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Everyone is inundated with chaos, moving from place to place.
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G - 4TH AVE & 9TH STREET by CHRISTOPHER LANGE
The sunlight carved angular fields of shadow onto the surface of the platform as I stood waiting for the train. Glancing at the ground glass, I noticed the pinwheel-esque nature of the view in front of me. I waited for a moment before actually making the photograph, listening for the subtle roar of an oncoming train, to potentially add another element to the image, but when I heard nothing, I decided it wasn’t necessary.
It would be another fifteen minutes before I was en route to manhattan.
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The car was empty, save for myself and three or four others, silently sitting as we thundered through the subterranean spider’s web that makes up the subway system. It was getting late, and as we pulled out of a station somewhere in Brooklyn, an express train on the adjacent track matched our speed.
I slowly raised the camera to my eye, thumbing the advance into position, should I find it necessary to expose more than one frame. The shutter’s whisper was heard by no one, and, confident that the image was the one I wanted, I placed the camera back on my knee, listlessly jostling around as per the movements of the train.
Click.
![OLD HOMESTEAD [12.20.2011] by CHRISTOPHER LANGE](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxypf3bjqc1qg8aeio1_1280.jpg "http://minimumdensity.tumblr.com/post/16023025122/old-homestead-12-20-2011-by-christopher-lange")
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