The smell and grime that leaked through the under ground tunnels linking the city together was our first impression of this hard city. the train was hot, cramped and moved like a giant earthworm that had been forced to work. we arrived at our stop and walked up the stairs to find ourselves in the middle of Times Square.
Although the nitty, gritty subway was our first impression of New York City, it was impossible for it to be the last. We discovered every emotion that this city tries to hide and i couldn't help myself, i just had to click away.
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This is the norm - Central Park.
Young girl - The Hudson River.
Tiles For America.
On lookers view the scars left from the attacks on the World Trade Center.
The more sensitive side of the city wasn't hard to find.
Only in america.
On lookers atop the Rockfella center.