I was headed home, walking down 8th Avenue at 39th Street when I noticed the light changing. It's hard to see the horizon in New York City, but at the next cross street I could see to New Jersey and see that the sunset might be nice. I was late for getting home but I just knew something good was about to happen; the problem was, in that part of the city there really isn't much to shoot. Forgetting that I told my wife I'd be home in ten minutes, I cut west on 39th Street looking for possibilities. At 10th Avenue I saw my subject: the high rise luxury condos that have sprung up along far west 42nd Street, they would make a good foreground to the intensifying sunset. It was a race against a quickly setting sun, but I finally found my angle in the middle of the entrance to the Lincoln Tunnel; I literally had to shoot between all the buses heading into the tunnel at rush hour. Once you find the right angle and time the sunset perfectly, it doesn't take long to get the shot; I was done before the cops rousted me.