Time Travel


I took this photo on Sunday morning at 8:15am, inside the Church of the Traveling Wanderers, aka Grand Central, NYC.

The glow of the pure opal faces of the center clock beckoned to me. That pulpit of numbers and time and history lured me closer as morning light streaked through the windows. I thought of how many times I’ve seen this iconic image in films, in pictures, in magazines. Then I thought, “I am here. This is right now. This is real life. I am here.”

So I captured it to share with you.

I love the idea of train stations. I love the idea of their doors and gates, schedules and train tracks carving out destiny.

With every door, a destination.

One only needs to walk up to that counter, choose which way and buy a ticket.

“I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul.” – William Ernest Henley

So, my fellow travelers….wanderers of this world, which way will you choose? What destinations are beckoning on this adventure called life?

Step up to the ticket booth and say….
yes.