As I walk the streets, I look for moments of quiet beauty - how the light reflects. How textures create shadows. How colors become warm or cold or surreal.
Even the wares of a corner bodega take on a new life when bathed in beautiful light.
Once, on a walking tour, our guide advised to "always look up". The City has surprises at every turn and rewards the curious with small gifts.
While this is a faux French eatery - the decor hand picked to transform this corner of the Meat Packing district into a bistro-like experience, the colors - paint, pastels and frosted glass - look even better in Sunday Brunch light.
I call this hunting with a camera and find morning light the best time for me.
These old ads - fading by the day - remind the viewer that we live in an ever-changing world. But not necessarily better...
In the morning I look for subtle colors and strong side light - these ordinary apartment windows caught my eye.
Even in soft light, stark colors can make their presence felt.
Sunday mornings in good light. Armed with only a camera and a comfortable pair of shoes, life can be exciting.
