Traffic horns and yellow cabs flooding Central Park South.
Steam rolling from a power plant. It paints a scenic landscape on East Fourteenth Street.
Fur coats rushing through the frenetic pace of Grand Central Station.
The Upper East Side retaining quaintness as it slowly fades into a steel and glass world.
Pigeons flocking to gourmet bread crumbs on a bitterly cold East Village morning.
The car horns, loud conversations and sirens collide with inner peace.
Snow falling! It creates slush, floods the sidewalks, reeking havoc & developing quirky memories.
Welcome back to the city, where boredom comes to die.
teamgloria
/ February 10, 2013beautiful. beautiful. beautiful.
alasnyc
/ February 15, 2013Thanks so much! š