Somewhere in New York, a princess is missing her slipper.

I’ve been playing with shooting from the hip again lately. It’s a bit of an art, because not only do you have to properly frame and compose the shot, but you have to keep the camera still, which is tougher than you’d think because you also have to shoot clandestinely. Well, maybe not “have to,” but it’s part of the fun of shooting from the hip–capturing people when they don’t realize they’re being captured.

If someone had told me sooner that a perk to working on heavy snow days was virtually empty trains, I’d have done it a long time ago.

The minute a New Yorker gets on a train, all bets are off. What might pass for a civilized society above ground turns into a free-for-all under its streets. Stock brokers, school teachers, pastors, deacons, and all manner of person shed off their friendly personae when they enter the tunnels of the New York transit system. They are no longer men, they are morlocks in a Wellsian nightmare.

I’ve always found it interesting how people (myself included) tend to have this compulsion, when waiting on a train, to lean out over the tracks and look down the tunnel to see if the train’s coming. It isn’t limited to just trains, of course, but for some reason it seems more pointless. A train isn’t [...]