VPID null 01

 Obviously, there are times when photographic moments do not involve people. I've decided to designate these times on this space as "VPID null" numbers in that no card is given out, and no particular person is likely to respond.

So, for me it becomes yet another an opportunity to write yet another photo...

Today driving on 31st Street in Astoria, New York, beneath the rumbling overhead train, the sunlight spikes through the rails and catches the smoke of a kebab vendor. The result is much like when sun rays stab through cloud layers creating  glorious sky's that hold so much spiritual significance in so many hearts. This is different, absolutely unique unto itself; each individual shaft of light is perfectly symmetrical; rectangular, generated sparkling through the track rails. And the smoke becomes the screen for this marvelous display, shifting and moving sinuously, softly, quiet as breath pulsing within the stark white rays of sublime luminescence, bathing the street ahead in diamond like refraction.  The solitary act of driving becomes yet another wonder-filled spectacle in a world filled with wonders.