A long walk from Astoria to the Freedom Tower had me taking pictures like my life depended on it. Too many photos. Hundreds. This shot of a woman posing for a photographer is a favorite, though. I tend to think that Manhattan has become little more than a bathroom break for the unbelievably wealthy. At other times I feel an innocent energy and optimism coming from people like this. She may not be a future supermodel but what does that matter?
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