Three

On the same day I was walking south on Sixth Avenue and I saw another old man and what looked like his son standing next to him. The man was dressed in smooth pastels of blue, light red and green. He looked like a watercolor painting. He was standing next to what I assume to be his son - twenty-something, dressed in the twenty something style of jeans and a tee shirt. The generation gap was interesting but I would have liked to photograph the man by himself. The diffused light poured over his jacket and if I opened up really wide it would have been really nice. Oh well.