48 Hours in Manhattan

New York City. So much has been written about The Big Apple. It is stitched into our very existence, from pop culture, music, and movies to stories our grandparents tell us about their grandparents landing on Ellis Island. 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. In fact, most children in the world grow up with some knowledge of this storied city where dreams come true.

I recently spent 48 hours over the span of three days and two nights in Manhattan. I ran, I biked, I walked when I was out of breath; I ate pizza, pastrami, and arepas; I observed, I photographed, I interacted; I watched lovers in the park, sidestepped dead rats in the street, biked through Times Square, and felt immensely sad at the September 11th memorial. From the top of Manhattan to the bottom, I used my camera as a vehicle to understand New York City in my own way.

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