The Woman In The Fuschia Shoes
She had taken the Long Island Railroad to Penn Station.
Then, it’ll be a cab to her sister’s apartment on the Upper West Side.
The night was drizzly, with a chill that cut right to the bone of her bare legs.
It didn’t matter.
A woman of her stature and elegance.
She should never, never have seen what she had seen just a few hours ago.
Her husband – 32 years! – and that…that…that… hussy.
She wanted to call her something worse.
She may have lost her pride and her dignity.
She may have lost her life as she knew it.
She would not lose her fuschia shoes.
I shot the above image just before heading back to New Jersey after recent rainy night in New York. The rain, the way it was, made the city pop. The lights shine off the wet pavement, catching the eye. I happened to see this scene of a woman, just off a train from Penn Station, getting in the cab.
I thought I’d do a little selected color with this image. Keep the fuschia in the shoes underneath the taxi. But then, the more I worked on the image, the more I looked at it, it just didn’t seem right. I wanted it to stand on it’s own, no tricks or gimmicks. Don’t get me wrong – selective color can work nicely sometimes. But I started to think What would Joel Meyerowitz or Jay Maisel do with this? I think they’d leave it to the image to speak for itself. So I left it.
Appreciate any thoughts or reactions.
Of course, while in New York, for any amount of time, there’s always other New York Stories to capture…
Always a New York groove….
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