Color infrared of pasture near Sleepy Hollow.
You walk up to the top of Sleepy Hollow towards an aqueduct (which we never did find) and you are on private property. There is this field, maybe the emptiest area I’ve seen since going cross country, with this one lonely tree. I thought maybe it was a place for cows during warmer weather, but neither of us could figure out what exactly this place was. Les found a 3-point deer antler here. City boys – suddenly in an empty space. (I haven’t shown the picture from far back because I’m still working on it – so this is already pretty close to the one tree in the field).
Les is a great travel companion. He has his own camera. Once we get to some area, we usually split up, just wandering around until we find something interesting. As I say, this was a huge empty area, and after walking to the tree I looked around and didn’t see Les. I put my broken glasses on, and there was a dot of blue – lying down in the center of the empty field. Maybe staring at the empty sky. I wasn’t sure if it was him but I waved my arms – signaling ready to go and the dot got up and walked towards me until I recognized that it was Les. We said nothing to each other and continued on to look for the car.
One odd thing – was that although we had a map showing the famous spots in the cemetery, we never did find them. There was always something strange to see that stopped us.
Returning to the city, even from such a short stay in a wide-open empty place, intensifies the city experience. As you enter Manhattan and begin to see pedestrians, you notice how intent they are on making it. They dart across streets filled with oncoming cars because the light is taking too long to change. (Of course I do the same thing). They are glued to sensory inputs that help protect them from the frenzy. The phone, the ipod, the whatever comes next device that helps take them to another place. And within a few hours, you are one with them again.
But upon that first entrance, the question you find yourself asking is, where are they all going in such a hurry. Is there something so important for each one of them at the end of the trip? Of course, a lot of them are in a hurry to get to the job just so that they can leave the job and return to the empty place they left in the morning. Wherever we go, out-of-New York, the towns are empty because the denizens are all here during the day. What a price to pay.