In "Watch Me Flow," I see the opposites Eli Siegel talks of in What of New York and Poetry? There is something quiet in the overcast grey day, and the wall with its faded mural and the evenly spaced objects in front of and leaning on it; at the same time there's such tumult in the fully opened "johnny pump," or fire hydrant, sending forth its rippling water full force. The fiery red pump, allowing the water to flow, seemed mischievous to me.

I feel that Eli Siegel is so right when he says that New York "begins with geography and then there are twirls and manifestations; surprises within the absolute." I took the photograph I call "Inwood Park, Late Afternoon" because I saw the ups and downs of geography, also the quiet of the beginning setting sun, hidden behind the clouds. Then there were the "twirls and manifestations" of darting clouds, reflections, and sunrays. And I was surprised by that MTA train coming through the solid "Split Rock" at the right. As I saw the diversity of the world in that quarter mile stretch of trees, water, rock, apartments, park and a tennis court, I felt what Mr. Siegel stated: "You can use a point to get to the whole world, and New York is a good place to begin to be fair to reality as such."