New York Sunset
A shocking smear of orange blend into varying shades of purple and understated blue. The sky seem to stretch on endlessly, beyond the smooth veneer of towering glass buildings that cut through the canvas like sharpened pen knives. The world suspends in the evening glow of the New York sunset, and for a second the beauty of it all blows away ugliness, pain and struggle.
The sky darkens — night calls. Street lights flicker on, illuminating the pavements with dim orange lights that dance lightly with the movement of human shadows. The bridge, strapped with thin LED lighting, stands out against the darkened background of harsh concrete and construction mountings. Blocked from access by a construction barrier, it enjoys the brief solitude of being unoccupied by humans; standing alone, basking in artificial luminescence, it invokes a quiet, transient beauty — a sight enough to stop people in their tracks in wonder.
Sometimes mundane scenes like this grant me a special feeling of being cradled by nature.
