A story of New York Skies

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Workers on top of the RCA building at Rockefeller Center 1932.


We all know New York is famous for its buildings and the iconic pictures of the city skyline plaster our walls at various stages of our lives. From the famous construction worker image above the newly developing city circa 1930's,  to the ever somber image of Lady Liberty as one enters the New York harbor. What is most lovely and even more breath taking about New York, is the constant and ever changing pallet of its beautiful skyline.

The colours and hues always changing and shifting. The skies lend themselves to an open canvas, as if created by the able brush of a fine master painter.

The blues, the yellows, the purples and  the lines all come to life and as the seasons change from winter to spring to summer and fall the pallet and the colours change with it. Here is my ode to the New York City skyline. And a little song to keep you entertained.

The pictures have been taken over a five month period between July and November 2014 .

Upper west Side End of June 2014

Brooklyn July 2014

Soho July 2014

Brooklyn July 2014

Coney Island August 2014

Brooklyn Bridge August 2014
Brooklyn Bridge August 2014

Brooklyn promenade overlooking the NYC Harbor September 2014

Brooklyn Heights October 2014

New York City overlooking Central Park November 2014
Brooklyn Promenade Overlooking downtown Manhattan October 2014

Upper West Side Overlooking 85th street near Central Park

Upper West Side and 81st street Central Park West at dawn
Central Park West at dawn November 2014


















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