The exuberantly colorful graffiti at the corner of Rivington and Chrystie stopped me in my tracks today; I waited and waited for the perfect pedestrian to walk into the left side of the frame, but had to settle for this guy on the right, wiping his face after (presumably) finishing his lunch. A millisecond earlier and I would have caught him in that deep black triangle to the right. Such is the heartbreak of street photography.
