Sunday Series

Walking down Kraft Avenue the other day, I loved the rays of sunlight breaking across the sky above the Bronxville Train Station during an early summer sunset. 

I was never very religious growing up. In recent years I've begun to develop a spirituality that has added an extra layer of appreciation to everything I see.    

It's hard to see these freeways of light emerging from above and not have a feeling that something greater exists and is watching over us.

And then, of course, they're gone, and we return to the daily ups and downs of life.

This photograph is dedicated to the memory of Marlon Layne, who never forgot to bring his camera.