It was 5am when I was driving down the deserted streets of Los Angeles to return our rental car and get on our plane. We took a five hour flight and landed in JFK airport, New York. We hopped in a cab and took the most terrifying ride of our lives to our hotel with our cab driver yelling at other drives from the window, driving on the curb side and his hand firmly pressed against the horn for the majority of the ride (we thought we'd never make it!), where we exhaustedly dropped our bags and sat at our room window staring out at the towering buildings and bustling roads beneath us. I couldn't believe I was here.
My first day in New York City, and the entire week that followed felt like a dream. I wrote in my travel journal: When I cross the street I am stopped in awe in the middle at the landscape of buildings as far as I can see. It is a sea of never ending busy-ness and it is beautiful. I didn't bring my camera with me. On the first day we explored the streets, I just wanted to soak it all in.
We spent our time in New York exploring by foot. Some of the most magical memories were being in Central Park in the early hours of the morning when all was still quiet, the crazy sea of people on 5th avenue, the dogs, the view of the Empire State Building from Top of the Rock, the vastness of Central Station and the people. I felt like anywhere I pointed my camera on our daily adventures was just a picture waiting to happen, everything was beautiful. There are parks and trees everywhere, flowers and the setting sun poking out from in between the buildings. I never wanted to leave.
I blogged about our morning venture to the American Natural History Museum and keep an eye out because I have more posts coming from New York City!
All photos edited with my new L.A. Lightroom Preset
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