Back in October, Sara and I had the chance to spend a weekend in New York City for our anniversary.
It took me over two months to really take the time to sort through my images from our time there. And as I sit here trying to describe what it was like to venture across the Brooklyn Bridge into lower Manhattan, I find myself at a loss for words.
I’ll start with trying to make sense of two: New York.
It’s an experience.
It’s the city that makes other cities feel like small towns.
I like to think of myself as a city cyclist as I make my way through downtown Portland on my bike every day, but it just doesn’t compare to New York.
This metropolis of over eight million people, with its towering skyscrapers and overloaded streets is a lot to process. I’m going to try to do that as I continue to look through my images from that weekend in October.
This is my current favorite out of a couple hundred. It’s the first building I saw as Sara and I walked the length of the Brooklyn Bridge.
After some quick research, I found out that it’s a residential building designed by world-renowned architect, Frank Gehry. The building’s name?