The avenue in mid-morning, the light sharp and clean.
A week in the city in late December, walking from downtown up to the park. The weather closed in halfway through and the snow stayed for the rest of the trip.
The avenue in mid-morning, the light sharp and clean.
A street going dim under low cloud, towers fading into the haze.
Brick and fire escapes on a quiet block downtown.
The skyline turning blue at dusk, seen through a warm window.
The weather closing in over the downtown towers.
Commuters moving through a transit hall.
Under the ribbed steel structure of the World Trade Center.
A gallery space in the afternoon light.
One visitor standing before one painting.
A bench in the cavernous hall of a museum.
The waterfront in winter — bare trees, flat sky, the bay beyond.
A water taxi crossing toward the far shore.
Wendy on a ferry, watching the Manhattan skyline pass.
Inside a glass atrium — warm light and shelter from the cold.
Central Park after the first snow, the trees still bare.
A snowed street, the shop lights still burning against the dusk.
Figures sheltering under the archway from the falling snow.
Crossing the open plaza of the park, footprints behind in the snow.
A stone underpass, already marked with footprints.
Ice forming under the stone bridge, the river slowing.