My wife and I took our first trip to The Big Apple on the 10th anniversary of the World Trade center tragedy. We were a bit nervous being there because of the significance of a decade of remembering the fallen could have spawned another attack. We flew out there nonetheless Sept 9th, 2011 we had high expectations of the acclaimed metropolis. We were very excited as this was our first trip to the east coast together and what better way to make a splash with that than with one of the greatest cities on earth. We flew out of San Francisco at just after 7 a.m. We were greeted with a promising day when we broke out of the clouds.
The thick layer of clouds that always seems to envelop the Bay Area suddenly reached their maximum point and the sun shone brightly. I briefly thought of the amazing foggy photos I could be taking on the ground, and then wondered what New York would have to offer. We landed safe and sound at Newark and then took a 16 mile, 80$ cab ride up the Jersey Turnpike, through the Lincoln tunnel and into Midtown to our hotel. The warm steamy afternoon was filled with energy as we took our first steps in Manhattan. It was exciting and our eyes filled with awe at just how large the city really was. We got into our room which had a partial view of the empire state building but where in Manhattan could you go and not see the iconic structure towering above you? We got ready for our big night out and I felt that we looked the part. We were headed to Fashions Night Out on Fifth Ave. We took
what we thought was a short stroll, in reality it turned out to be a long walk, but we were still pouring with energy from the city and there was plenty to see along the way. We stayed out for hours browsing the shops on Fifth, and being spectators of the show the city was putting on for this event. The city that never sleeps is such an appropriate moniker as I can attest that well after midnight, the city, although cooler, was still lit up like it was early evening and people were everywhere. The large assembly of bodies that were coming and going in all directions forced me to stay alert and quick on my feet to avoid colliding into people crossing my path. We were tired, but hunger was in charge. The bombardment of places still open to dine was mind boggling, we knew we wanted something fast and good so why not a slice of would famous New York pizza? Problem one done, what we want to eat, problem two proved much harder. Which pizza shop do we choose? We walked by several before we decided on Famous Famiglia. We each got two slices and some cheese bread. I bit into it and rolled my eyes, there is no way pizza at 2am should be that good. I got one more slice within minutes. I felt like I owed them a lot more than 2 bucks a slice but chalked my win up to the idea that it was our first timers rate, the first hit is always cheaper, they knew I would be back. We walked back to our hotel, stuffed and achy from the blocks of ground we covered. Sleep hit me as I sank into my pillow and we were out till the sun woke us up the next morning. We sat in our swank robes with tiger stripes on the lapel and cuffs feeling more like true New Yorkers after eating pizza and walking down Fifth Ave. Looking outside my window I became enamored with the endless rooftops. Almost every one of them had a water tower posted atop, some had several. I took a few shots from our room. I wanted to capture the raw grit of the distressed and decaying wood and the discolored metal roofs of the water towers. The brick on the surrounding buildings only lent to the age of the scene. The purple cast aids to the “found in the attic” feel. I finished up my shots and then decided to get ready for another day in the vastness of concrete and commerce.