waiting

... that is, waiting for the train on New Brunswick Station platform (heading into NYC; escape from NJ for an evening); waiting for the semester to start; loitering in the pale evening light of summer's early end.   I kept waiting for the two men whose silhouettes I was trying to capture to move round into even better positions - especially the one on the left - and instead, shortly after this shot, our train rumbled in, and that was that.   So there's a further subtext - waiting for the perfect shot, when one isn't actually stage-managing the people in a shot, is a very uncertain way to spend one's aesthetic time.