Richard Renaldi’s Manhattan Sunday in West 14th Street, New York, NY
I’ve been photographing NYC on Sunday mornings, in particular nightclubbers and bar crawlers heading home amongst the first light of the day.
At the moment listening to Eva Cassidy
I live on a quiet and noisy street. It’s quiet because it is out of the way and there is very little traffic. It’s noisy because there is a never-ending amount of construction happening at any given time in a one block radius from my bedroom window.
A nice walk accompanied by a good meal.
The cobblestones dating back to the 18th century.
The condoms that the hustlers and prostitutes leave outside in the private garden area.
It doesn’t look like NYC