Peak hour is never the best time to drive across the Brooklyn Bridge if you are in a hurry. On this occasion I had arrived by train from Boston and any delays just gave me more time to hang out of the cab window like a happy dog. Besides, the scent and sound through an open window is the right way to begin a visit to New York!
It was cloudy and almost raining as I headed to the apartment I had rented in Clinton Hill. Most streets and cities would look a little drab in this light but not New York! All a photographer has to do is find their black and white eyes and the viewfinder is filled with beautiful textures and tone. Even the grit looks fantastic.
