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If you live in NYC or ever take a trip here, I highly suggest getting up on a Sunday morning, just before sunrise, and head to Midtown. There's generally nothing special about Midtown, really, except that it is continuously bustling, full of cabbies and office drones and street vendors pushing their way here and there, 24 hours a day. But not on Sunday morning. You can walk in the center of the street, for blocks, without encountering a vehicle or another human being. In Manhattan, that's special. It's like having the center of the world all to yourself. I decided to take a few pictures. (Now in Black and White for extra pretentiousness!)
47th Street, looking east from Times Square
A window wearing a tie in Koreatown
Times Square, as empty as you'll ever see it
This classy mailbox serves drinks. 5th and 35th
A nice building that I see every day but sadly do not know the name of
5th Avenue, looking north from Madison Square Park
A nice layering of several buildings in Koreatown
Looking at this picture, you get the idea the people here fled something suddenly, 5th and 36th
Another lonely shot, 5th and 37th
Finally, my bedroom window, with a classic New York City view
I really like the eerie quality of these pictures, they tell a story of something, some sudden event, or disaster. The evacuation of New York City. Everyone just disappears one Sunday morning, leaving only myself as a witness. Paired with the man ranting on the subway this morning about the impending terrorist bio-weapon to be released in the city, everything feels a bit surreal lately.
47th Street, looking east from Times Square
A window wearing a tie in Koreatown
Times Square, as empty as you'll ever see it
This classy mailbox serves drinks. 5th and 35th
A nice building that I see every day but sadly do not know the name of
5th Avenue, looking north from Madison Square Park
A nice layering of several buildings in Koreatown
Looking at this picture, you get the idea the people here fled something suddenly, 5th and 36th
Another lonely shot, 5th and 37th
Finally, my bedroom window, with a classic New York City view
I really like the eerie quality of these pictures, they tell a story of something, some sudden event, or disaster. The evacuation of New York City. Everyone just disappears one Sunday morning, leaving only myself as a witness. Paired with the man ranting on the subway this morning about the impending terrorist bio-weapon to be released in the city, everything feels a bit surreal lately.