Where do I come from?

I come from a city where the streets fall silent before the clock strikes double digits.

I come from a city where the nearest skyscraper to be found is only 264,000 feet away.

I come from a city populated with middle class families, enjoying the day to day, steady beat of

suburban life.

And it’s a city far different than that of The Concrete Jungle, New York City.

Traveling to New York City as a solo wanderer was an absolute dream.  As an avid photographer and risk free adventurer, NYC provided the perfect platform for me to truly be myself. To pause… and feel the heartbeat of the city and to listen to the melodic cacophony of honking taxis, the swooshes of underground subways, and the high-C notes of guitarists, trumpeters, and violinists. Like the piercing winds that cuts through the skins of those who roam its streets, New York City ingrains a spirit of ambition, hope, and unwavering confidence to any who dare to enter.

Its a jungle unlike any other. A couple steps in the wrong direction can rightfully lead you into a completely different world of people, food, music, and traditions.

It’s a playground for every single one of senses to come alive. Remembering to take in a breath is of importance, as you would otherwise suffocate from the myriad of times you become breathless by the sights that surround you.

But simply enough, it’s New York. And the dream to be part of this magical experience has never burned as passionately and longingly as before.

And that dream will come alive, just like it has for millions of people across every corner of this earth soon enough.

-AL