in the bronx

You can find something beautiful anywhere. These are plastic flags, the kind you see at a used car dealership, fluttering in the breeze outside of a White Castle burger joint in The Bronx. I wasn’t there for cheeseburgers, but waiting for my wife who was attending a job interview at a school nearby. It was a grey day, so I made it a monochromatic image, leaving the noise in tact for the grit of The Bronx.