My Sony Walkman, my reference hifi system at the time and one of the sole items that got me through long nights working on school projects, was never too far away on my desk or backpack. Despite deteriorating foam covered headphone and cassette door that never fully closed, it served me well. Listening to it was a reprieve from the outside world, while I commuted daily between Long Island and NYC on the LIRR. I grew up, btw, in Baldwin, NY, in the town of Hempstead.
In fact, nostalgia I guess, I sometimes long for those simpler days of analog reels of cassette tapes, many I mixed myself while listening to the various cool radio stations in NY (do any exist anymore?). Student’s budget (or lack there of), I couldn’t afford many records or CD’s, so I spent a lot of time recording tunes from the radio. What I owned was on my back, never in need or want of more.
Morning class had just ended (9-12am, Graphic Design) and I had plenty of time before my next class (3 pm, Oil Painting, my favorite). The entire city as my campus, I decided to enjoy a solo mission, hop the subway to downtown Manhattan, and visit the World Trade Center indoor observation deck.
The WTC was a helpful beacon of sorts, seemingly noticeable from anywhere in the city, as you strolled the shadowy caverns of Manhattan. Like the Empire State Building, it helped maintain your bearings. They also called on me to visit ever since I started commuting, on a regular basis, to Manhattan earlier that year.
These are a few 3 x 5 photos from that day in time, taken with my trusty Minolta SRT100. I was relieved to find them, as I waded deep through many pre digital era boxes of photos I have accumulated.
Today, especially, I wanted to take a moment to post these bittersweet photos.