New York City was awash in cameras, thus of images. Digital, video, cell. In the Museum Of Modern Art (MOMA) half of the exhibits were of images, the world is awash in them, the very idea of photograph  – what it is, how it is done – is being challenged and reshaped almost daily. We are all nearly obsolete every week, image technology is moving so rapidly, new photographic art forms appear online and off almost daily. I saw scores of people in the museum from all over the world capturing the images of art, posting them on Pinterest and Instagram where they had a whole new life, a way of being seen and shared.

This gentleman from China was serious about his photography, I saw him fixated on one spot on the second floor, he was so intent on his photo that I came over to stand behind him to see what he was taking a picture of. It was one of the museum windowpanes, I tried to ask him what he was photographing, but he did not speak English, he  just smiled at me and looked over my big camera. His was a $10,000 Nikon, 21 megapixels.

I looked at the window a dozen times, I could not see what he saw. I would not be surprised to see his photos in the museum one day. Every person in the museum under 30 – there were thousands – was taking a photo every minute and sharing it. On the street, people walked with their cell phones held out like banners, capturing every bit of New York City. What, I wondered, can I add to it? My own visions, I suppose. My own windows.