Looking up the avenue, mid-morning.
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.
Looking up the avenue, mid-morning.
A street under low cloud, the towers half-gone.
Brick and fire escapes on a quiet block.
From a warm room, the city going blue at dusk.
Heavy weather coming in over the skyline.
Commuters in the transit hall.
Under the white ribs of the World Trade Center hub.
A gallery, late in the afternoon.
One visitor, one painting.
A bench in the great hall.
The waterfront, bare trees, a flat winter sky.
A water taxi crossing the river.
Leaning on the rail, watching the water.
The glass atrium, warm out of the cold.
The park after the first fall of snow.
A snowed-in street, shopfronts still lit.
People sheltering under the arch.
Crossing the open ground in the snow.
The stone underpass, footprints already through it.
Ice forming under the bridge.