48 Hours in NYC

The title of this post is a little misleading, because it may have actually been even closer to only 36 hours in New York City. A few weeks ago I made the quick weekend trip to meet up with some amazing photographers for NYCWLK 2.0, which has become an annual gathering courtesy of the founder: Johnny Patience.



I got into La Guardia in the early afternoon of Saturday, September 10th, and only had a few minutes to clean up at my hotel in Brooklyn before heading out to meet up with the rest of the group. The nice thing about this event was that I finally had the chance to meet so many photographers who I had only known through Twitter. It was great getting to put a face to the Twitter handle and I just loved that there were no egos in the entire group. It was truly a meeting of photographers at various skill levels swapping stories and sharing experiences in a relaxed, fun environment. That's definitely the way all walks should begin, in my opinion.

NYCWLK officially took us on a two hour tour through some of Brooklyn and I was so inspired to finally be shooting at these locations. It was a very warm day and there were a lot of people enjoying the sunshine - I often times found myself looking out across the river and closing my eyes to let the breeze and the sounds from the surrounding piers take over my senses. This walk was a fantastic way to start my first trip back to New York since I was a very small child. I just loved shooting there!




On Sunday, September 11 I found myself heading into Manhattan on the (somewhat confusing) NYC subway. It was only a five minute ride in, and despite being advised to avoid Manhattan because of the crowds on that particular day, I just had to see it for myself.

Immediately upon exiting the subway a couple carrying groceries and yelling at each other in what sounded like Russian shot past me. I stood back and let the rest of the crowd stream past me as I got my bearings. There was so much activity near the World Trade Center and so much security to protect the families at the memorial service.

The streaming crowds of people never seemed to subside. I loved it. And I loved the light. Avoid the crowds? Are you kidding? I jumped in and joined them!

One of the highlights from this particular six hour excursion into Manhattan is that on this particular day, September 11, the skylight in the Oculus is opened to let the sun stream in. The skylight is closed every other day of the year. I made sure to stand in the spot where the sun was shining in before I left. I also had some great conversations with a few NYC police officers who were working security for the memorial service, and also ran into a few people who were obviously dressed to the nines for the start of Fashion Week in NYC. 



I did end up visiting the 9/11 Memorial myself later in the afternoon before I left, but I'll save those images for a special blog post later on. It was moving, and emotional, and overwhelming all at once. Those images will get their own separate presentation on this site soon.

It was a quick trip, but I made a lot of new friends and saw a lot of amazing sights. I can't wait to go back to NYC, and I'll definitely be there for NYCWLK 3.0!


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