He sprinted, half believing he could outdistance death itself, ignoring the jets of light flying in the darkness all around him, and the sound of the lake crashing like the sea, and the creaking of the Forest though the night was windless; through grounds that seemed, themselves, to have risen in rebellion, he ran faster than he had ever moved in his life…
Grand Central, NYC 1929
Its not possible anymore to take such photograph, as the buildings outside block the sun rays.
I think about this at least once a day
We have this picture in our living room
this is surreal i love it