Notes From A Nomad travel photography blog
From the beaches along the Pacific ocean in the west, to the deserts of the southwest, to the corn fields of the midwest to the deltas in the South, every child in the USA grows up hearing about New York City. Over the span of 48 hours in Manhattan I used my camera as a vehicle to understand New York City in my own way.
Walking through the tall grass, stepping over arrowheads and pottery shards, breathing the fresh scent of juniper berries beginning to ripen, I imagine how many other people have walked where I now stand. History is engraved in these hills, both literally and figuratively. This land has seen many people come and go, many stories unfold, and has supported many a life.
