Some days I walk 30k steps all over Manhattan and I come home with nothing particularly exciting (although the discussion around what defines a successful image is another can of worms altogether); while some days, photos deemed worthy miraculously appear one after the other within 100 steps. The picture gods are fickle. Hard work is the base line and offers no guarantee of results. It's what makes it worthwhile. Episode 4 was a frustrating day. The day started with flat light (no shadows to play with)— My M6 was loaded with Tri X and it I struggled a bit to finish the roll. I thought the Brooklyn bridge would be a good pretext. As I made it to Chinatown later that day with a camera loaded with Gold 200, the light was disappearing and I had to chase it down block after block..the closer I got to it, the further it receded.
