Homage:

Stieglitz: ``The Terminal, New York'' the breath of these horses astonishes the air, as each draws its own atmosphere through a city delivered from habit by cold grace these are horses we need not remember for Stieglitz has seen through memory, has given us good weight, good assurance that these are those horses (harnessed to a Harlem trolley) that will pull the decades through the dirty snow and steam (traces nearly tangent to the curving rails) Stieglitz, clairvoyant mechanic of vision offers us light through a possible lens and allows our world to compose itself in common beauty