daveklepperGreat railroad photographers, James Winston Link, Charles Clegg (Beebe's buddy), and newly discovered Father Frank Browne, JG, and you can name a host of others that we also praise, even Jim Wrinn himself, at least at times, produce accurate photos that live. A painting can be both and so can a photograph. At this point I'm unsure of just how the New Yorker came to his internal cncourse "geography." Cuerrently, because of surrounding tall buildings, only the south windows transmit sunlight. And the balconies and centered grand stairways are east and west, the west always present, the east removed for while (Kodak sign era) and restored. But painting is great, I'll grant that, but just not accurate.
At this point I'm unsure of just how the New Yorker came to his internal cncourse "geography." Cuerrently, because of surrounding tall buildings, only the south windows transmit sunlight. And the balconies and centered grand stairways are east and west, the west always present, the east removed for while (Kodak sign era) and restored. But painting is great, I'll grant that, but just not accurate.
Just the act of painting conveys artistic license - as what is displayed is funneled through the eyes, mind and hands of the artist.
Never too old to have a happy childhood!
I should point out that in earlier times, sunlight did also come in through the west window, and earlier than that the east as well. North was shadowed by the New York Centrql building many yeara before the Pan Am.
Pennsylvania Station had stunning natural light features.
Old Pennsylvania Station was breathtaking, no doubt about it.
Anyone who walked in there just knew he or she was in the throne room of the PRR's mighty empire.
And now, I'm reminded of the words of Shelley:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings! Look on my works ye mighty, and despair!
Nothing else remains. Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, the lone and level sands stretch far away.
Sic transit gloria mundi.
I also regret that I was unable to see Penn Station in its glory. I was in Grand Central a few times.
Johnny
My God, my God, did you look at those photographs? (Dumb question, of course you did!)
Think about what went into building Penn Station, the engineering, the architecture, the stone and iron work, the interior planning and execution, the energy and the sweat, it just boggles the mind.
Now nothing but a pile of rubble in the Hackensack Meadows. What a waste. What a rotten, rotten waste!
Then look at how quick they did it.
And what a small percentage of the overall through connection it represented...
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