What does one see with only three hours in NYC?
Last weekend we visited Mike’s family, about 3 hours north of New York City.Â It was during a cold snap that left us West-Coasters scrabbling to put on every item of clothing we own.Â Seriously, how does anything survive the arctic tundra that is -10 degrees??!Â It was a short trip and I was bummed that we weren’t closer to the city – a city I love more than nearly every other city in the world (except for Portland, Or., which is the city of my heart.Â And it’s definitely tied with San Francisco.Â And maybe Boston at Christmastime.)Â At the last minute, we decided to leave early in the morning of our last day to catch a few hours of sight-seeing.Â A three-hour tour of the city yielded the following photographs…
You can’t miss the NYC Taxis.Â I love them.Â I love their cheery yellow-ness.Â I love the fact that they are everywhere, like ants.Â And I love the motion blur in my shots as I capture them in action.Â Seriously, I must have 20 photos of taxis.Â They are a city icon to me.
When Marisa and Mike finally succeeded in dragging me away from the taxis, we headed to the Empire State building.Â Since Marisa had never visited the city, we figured it was a must-see site.
And an arm’s length shot of us, on the 86th floor, freezing our SoCal butts off…Â some say 3′s a crowd, but I prescribe to the “more the merrier” philosophy.
The pigeons agree with my assessment of the weather…
After taking in the NYC skyline, we headed over to take in the energy that is Times Square…
I was working the layers here… I think I’m up to five.Â And don’t be hating on my hat.Â I love it.
One more shot as we headed back to Grand Central Station and ultimately, our car that would take us to the airport.Â I love this wall as much as I love the NYC taxis.
Oh New York, how I love thee!Â Next time, let’s not just meet and run, shall we?