To proclaim I live in New York City is a bit of a stretch.  An exaggeration (a loatheful, peevish admission) though it could be quantified as an ambition and goal.  I do live in New York, on an Island, which is Long, and near, relatively, to New York, the city. Recalling how recently it was, I looked up at the board in Penn Station struggling to comprehend and rocked to grasp some bearings, it all felt… overwhelming daunting… perhaps, certainly confusing, and blessedly remains ever amazingly new.

Today I worked shooting on-location at Grand Central Station.  Having never been before, but reading the description in the book “Winter’s Tale” by Mark Halprin, I was wonderfully excited to see. Living up to the name: it is indeed GRAND.  Standing there, looking up upon first entrance, mouth agape, to the seeming 20-story (realistically 11.5 stories at best, with the true height at 125 feet) azure sky, recently restored, celestial ceiling, I felt very small and in deep reverence of the extreme vaulting height.

This was an overnight shoot starting at 7 P.M., partially because

Snowing the Street on 'Winter's Tale'

Snowing the Street on ‘Winter’s Tale’

Grand Central Terminal (officially called since 1913) closes at 2 A.M. to the public, permitting a chase scene to be “put in the can”, as they say. There were abundant conversations and fun, freezing cold hands and feet for exterior scenes filmed, and countless exuberant/curious passersby and onlookers (natrally a few irritated ones too: one short police officer, with her finger in a man’s face, firmly repeated “Sir, you cannot pass.  You cannot pass, Sir.” whilst he was in a rush to catch a train down a tunnel he was not allowed to enter because it was our set for a few short hours)- all exciting bits of a big budget movie- and a peek of Colin Farrell, walking the white horse down the ‘snow’ covered road.  In reality, the ‘snow’ was copiously sprayed soapy suds; the horses were real this day. Walking alone at 4:45 A.M. to Penn Station (another first) the Peace and calm and alluring stillness of the always busy, bustling city filled me with joyous splendor- fore I was coming home from acting in it’s Great Grand Central Station.

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