Some photos from my trip to NYC. Otherwise referred to as: NYC’s chance at redemption. (Read about my first trip here. It was featured on Freshly Pressed.) The above shots are from a beautiful day spent on the High Line.
There’s a certain appeal to a city in the cold. Things aren’t quite as dirty. Aren’t quite as crowded. Aren’t quite as tired. It’s a time of year when the memories of summer have long since been chased away. When the last surviving leaves cling to almost barren branches. Right before the dark recesses of winter wrap its choking fingers around the heart of the city.
It’s a perfect time of year.
It’s a perfect NYC.
Until next time. I wish you all a very happy new year.