New York photos

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I do not really like big cities. They can be fun for a day or two, but after that I start to burn out pretty quickly. There is just too much going on. The sounds are too loud, the smells are too sharp and pungent, the people walk too fast and push you out of the way. I'm no country bumpkin. I grew up in a moderately sized town, and am used to all the rituals of modern urban life. Even so, if I go to a city like New York I can't survive for more than half a week. Any more time there and I start going crazy.

Nonetheless, I love New York photos. Pictures in New York City do something to me that is hard to describe. It is not just New York skyline photographs. New York wedding photos in Central Park, pictures of old New York, and pictures of random people passing by all get my blood pumping. I guess that it is just the glamor of it all that really gets me. There is something about the way the big apple looks that is hard to describe. People are so stylish there, and set in such dramatic relief against each other. In most places, everyone is from a similar background, and has a sense of who the people passing by are. In New York photos, however, there is such a contrast between the different people. All of the drama, the joy and the tragedy of day to day life, is contained in New York photos. From the fabulously wealthy enjoying a day strolling in central park, to the bum trying to score some change from passers-by who pretend not to notice, the whole drama of life in a major metropolitan city can be captured in a New York photo.

Even though I know that I could not possible be happy in NYC, when I look at New York photos I can not help but imagine what it would be like to live there. I forget what I know about the city – the dirt, the grime, the poverty and the crime – and simply try to get into the heads of all of those different people in the New York photos. I try to imagine what is going through the head of a traffic cop at rush hour, and where the driver shaking his head is in such a hurry to, or where that tourist is looking with such dazzled eyes. I can pass hours looking at New York photos.