On our way to see the hilarious Broadway production of “The Book of Mormon” (which I highly recommend…my face still hurts from laughing), I snatched the middle seat in the taxi, and snapped this rather delicious shot of our hairy-armed, ham-handed and weary cab driver. There may be a nascent photographic project here–I love how he appears both disembodied (that arm! that face! that golden evening light!) and oh-so-real at the same time.
And that the meter reads 9 [to] 5 is just a little gift, on this, my 51st birthday.