I had reason to travel through Grand Central Terminal recently. I’ve written before about my love for Grand Central, so once I knew I was going to be passing through, I made sure to have my camera handy. On the way, I captured some fun images of the Chrysler building relected in the windows of a neighbouring skyscraper, and one of the most tantalising doorways I have ever seen. It made me feel a bit like Hans Christian Andersen’s little match girl, standing outside in the cold morning air, wondering at the world beyond those doors.
I longed to waft fabulously through these doors, but wasn't dressed for the occasion
Upon reaching Grand Central, I spent some time photographing the exterior – I am usually rushing and end up only getting photos of the interior. The Hermes statue adorning the rooftop looked particularly impressive in the early morning light.
It was very early in the morning, so the cavernous hallways were almost empty when I first arrived. A father holding his son’s hand created a lovely image as they wandered alone under an arching bridge towards the main concourse.
As I entered the main concourse, I wandered around looking for something new that I hadn’t seen before in this lovely terminal. Early morning commuters were beginning to arrive, so I climbed the stairs to get out of the way of rush hour. Just as I turned to survey the concourse from the top of the steps, a man came to a standstill, then dropped down close to the ground in front of the clock, camera in hand, trying to get a shot of the ceiling. It was such a contrast to the busy commuters rushing past, I felt compelled to photograph it. As the concourse filled with people rushing by, I started to pick out the occasional person standing stock still, camera in hand, trying to capture a little of the beauty of the place. I got so caught up photographing the photographers, I almost missed my train. Now, I wonder who was photographing me while I was photographing these guys?
This was the photo that started it all
Neither of these guys had any idea the other one was behind him
Where's my backpack? 