Ah, the freelance life

Just a few minutes after the close of the [New York Post] first edition, Lorenzo Ciniglio, a freelance photographer, broke through the doors, lugging many pounds of heavy camera equipment and dripping with sweat. He had raced on foot from East 96th Street to the office on West 48th Street, "snapping pictures of overheated crowds and overflowing buildings along the way," then climbed 10 flights to the newsroom, only to miss the deadline. "This is the freelancer's life," Mr. Ciniglio said.