He seems to be all alone in what was actually a busy street-the carts and the people around him were moving too fast to be fixed by the 10-minute exposure.

John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station.

I liked to walk up Fifth Avenue and pick out romantic women from the crowd and imagine that in a few minutes I was going to enter into their lives, and no one would ever know or disapprove.