Cloudy Bright

On the rainy days in New York, the shadows become so resonant, I can almost hear the sound. I went out this morning under a muttering sky of clouds looking for these shadows. For a while I was disappointed, the sun even crept through the mist creating a lovely silvery light. Then on Cortlandt Alley, an odd tiny street below Chinatown, I found the shadows I was looking for.

Even better, there was a little bit of nature struggling up to find the February light.

It was so dark here that I needed a tripod and yet this bamboo was shooting upward in the middle of winter.

And then there was just some nice color over here, a few blocks from the alley.