New York, I love so much about you. But it’s not just your big-ticket attractions. What I love most is what’s in the details of you.
It’s standing practically underneath the most famous Christmas tree, and delighting at the little fearless finch on the angel branches.
hello, friend.
It’s finding someone’s wish to become a broadway singer written on a piece of confetti that landed in a planter.
It’s realizing that angels do exist.
It’s snickering like a 12 year old about Big Balls.
1251 6th Ave, Radio City Music Hall
It’s standing high above so much, and feeling so small.
Brooklyn.
It’s turning around and going, “Whoa. What bridge is that?!”
Queensboro Bridge view from the Serendipity front door. East 60th St
It’s falling in love with a perfect reflection in a restaurant door.
Stumptown coffee, in NYC? Yes, please. Iris Cafe, Brooklyn
It is perfection in a slice.
REAL. NEW. YORK. PIZZA.
It is the timeless and detailed wrought iron entryways…next door to a tourist hot-spot.
It’s lifting your head into the cold wind and seeing the Empire State Building for the first time.
It’s not wanting to stop and be THAT tourist, so you wind up with a wonderfully dizzying shot.
It’s spotting the morning-after evidence.
Jan 1, 2013.
It’s being determined to eat REAL ramen, the REAL way.
I ate my ramen like a big girl – with chopsticks.
It’s not being above taking a classic NYC shot.
It’s accepting that sometimes your best pictures might be taken with your iPhone.
It’s shopping decadence, mixed with vendors, mixed with traffic, mixed with architecture and light.
J.Crew, Soho.
It’s about indulgence amidst frenzy.
Best massage I’ve had in years. Bliss, Soho.
It’s about wondering why the hell they have these steam stacks in the middle of a street lane and then spotting your favorite building between them.
Chrysler Building.
It’s being alone in a subway car late at night, smiling, knowing that right at this moment you are happy.
It’s hearing the languages of dozens of countries within one square block.
tourists crowd the mezzanine over the Rock Center ice skating rink
It’s knowing that you made the right choice in your New Year’s Eve plans.
Straight ahead? That’s where the ball dropped. I was running a 5K instead.
It’s being more entranced by architecture and scope and design than the blue LED-lit Christmas tree.
never forget to look up.
It’s greeting a new day from a new place.
Sunrise view in Brooklyn
It’s the biting wind coming off the water, making your eyes tear and your nose run, yet you take the shot because there is just so much right in it.
Brooklyn Bridge Park, Pier 6
It’s the City of Lights, making bright even the most harsh of barricades.
leftover New Year’s Eve barriers
It’s seeing a movie reproduction of a Broadway show in a theater where Broadway shows were once performed.
Ziegfeld Theater
It’s respect for putting a modern spin on an old favorite.
High Line, Chelsea
It’s appreciation of scale and balance and whimsy.
High Line, Chelsea
New York is just so much to take in. It is too much, yet it is everything. I long for better photographic equipment, so that I could have captured everything even more perfectly. But even then, I’m not sure capturing the verve of this great city is an attainable achievement. New York is felt as much as it is seen.
New York? I love you. Don’t ever change.
Until next time,
Peach