They called it a Nor'easter and predicted either heavy rain, or six inches of snow. No middle ground, just pure wet shivering. But this time, and perhaps only this time, I was prepared. And no, not with warm clothes or anything practical like that. I had rushed out in the days prior to this wet weather event and I aimed to capture the colors of every season but winter. In yet another surprise, it seems some New Yorkers use the cold to display bright colors with thick coats and warm hats. Normally, I see a lot of black outfits in the city.
There is something strange happening in me as my relationship with this city evolves. I'm beginning to feel it's pulse. Not always, and many times I don't know what it means, but I can feel it. And with all the sadness and violence erupting around the country, its strange that I found peace looking at NYC through a viewfinder. I've even stopped wondering in what publication I will see my byline and image splashed across. I'm the publication, and these are my images.