Having lived all of my adult life in the South, New York City fascinates me. So many people, such frenetic energy.
And yet, in spite of all that beloved bustle, my only photographic record of a full week spent in the heart of mid-town, cheek by jowl with a pulsing cross-section of humanity writ large, is this set of five building abstracts captured while looking up, over the darting heads, the taxis, the bicycles and the food carts, the stoplights and the orange-vested construction workers. Up past the arching cranes and even the ceaseless urban noise, where I could frame a simple slice of this amazing city.
