Having been to New York City many times, I have begun to admire the sounds, the buildings and the people that give this city its pulse. For miles in every direction, life has its own place nestled within the walls of these enormous concrete statues. What strikes me the most is the friendly tone of all New York’s. In the picture titled Times Square, I wanted to capture the life of the people and the mood of the city. With the grand display of lights in the background and the movment of the well dressed subject that entered my frame, New York appeared in my photo. The city that never sleeps.
Tags: Life in New York, Lights, New York, New York Lights, The builds of New York, Times Square, Well Dressed
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.