New York New York

I’m a Florida girl. My dresser is packed with bathing suits and I’ve got grass stains on more than one pair of jeans.

Until recently I’d never been to New York. Never owned a real winter coat or a pair of gloves. Never even seen one of those unique little snowflakes. But last week that all changed when I got my first taste of the cold Christmasy big apple. I walked around with my favorite travel camera, the Canon G16. If you want a camera that’ll shoot in manual mode but that’s also pocket sized, that little guy is where it’s at.

My first day or two in New York felt like energetic claustrophobia. I wanted nothing but to run through an open field, this place was pretty much the opposite of my home. But in the midst of walking the streets I came to understand the love for this city. The hustle and bustle is a surface factor of an overflowing amount of culture. The amount of art, fashion and dialects that can be seen and heard on one street alone is pretty impressive. So the images below are a view point of a city opposite of mine in some of the best ways…