New York has not historically been my favorite place to visit. Heresy, you say. I had a hard time in Paris, let’s be honest, and the all the buildings (most of the buildings) are five stories high. The two previous times I had been there consisted of a few days staying at Times Squares and visiting a brother’s friend in Queens (or was it Brooklyn?). Anyway, neither one left me stoked on the place, but times have changed. And I have changed. A little.
The series of images that I kept from the trip represent a mishmash of new things I’m seeing: shapes and color sometime predominant with the reflection and luminance of bright shiny things made of metal still captivate me. I’ve always had a fascination with people in spaces such as museums and train stations and have historically kept those people fairly small in relationship to their surrounds. Art museums are particularly good for this. I’ve include a series of some of my favorite images from New York, all in runs of 45 prints.