New York city sky
I’m somewhat addicted to taking these pictures of the New York sky: I could stare at it for hours. I imagine it’s because of my experiences in Dublin, growing up with a surfeit of grey, drizzly weather. As a little girl I remember once finding the clouds so heavy and oppressive that I thought it must be the end of the world … There was just a sense of doom.
New York is a city of fantasy as much as reality, of stereotypes and projections, and for that reason, it can easily disappoint (the crime and poverty here are pretty shocking and sad) — but the city’s skyline has an untouchable glamour, and it lives up to anybody’s dreams.
And the same place …