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It is 6PM, I am racing for the train so that I don’t have to hang around until 9:35 when the next train north leaves. While the temperature doesn’t show it, there is a spring light. There are times when I still need my sunglasses depending on what side of the street I am on.

I am leaving once again reminded what an anachronism I am as I have just come from someone proclaiming that it is irresponsible to do Winogrand type photographs in the early 21st century. It is usually said like this “I like…but to champion him to-day…” It has been a good week for this as someone else mentioned all to embarrassed bobbing heads in the department – that people who call themselves photographers are living the past and are bent on mysticism. I mumble people who call themselves artists are both pretentious and vague. The embarrassed bobbing heads come from their agreement – for it is the proper opinion to have - but the realisation that there I am that dinosaur who does what one isn’t supposed to.

What this would normally have me doing is making Winogrands to spite them. To-day I just pitied them. Walking by the first national bank building there was this beautiful two directional light on the street. It bathed everything in this soft glow that from the direct sun and the light reflecting off the glass façades and back down onto the street from the opposite direction. At times this light would reflect once more off the windows at street level giving this strange theatrical feel remember the first time it was brought to my attention when J B-H was in Chicago and we stood at Randolph and Clark to use the light on the passers-by “you face that way and I’ll face this. It’ll look like we are talking but both can make photographs”.

It didn’t last long. Five minutes? But it made me proud to be an anachronism.