Midnight in a Perfect World

These photographs were taken alone at night in Manhattan and Brooklyn.

It features strangers. Some faceless. Some obscured, and some clear as day.

I do not know if they noticed me.

Whether they were in the photo or not.

Even if they did, they probably don’t think about it.

They went back to work, back to play, back to laughing with friends.

I’d hope though, that if they saw the

photograph, they would smile.

I’d hope that they would remember that small moment. One of many short sweet stories without end that make up a life.

When I took these photos I had many small moments in my head.

Some good, some bad. Some left me very cold on the warm summer nights.

I was alone, but surrounded in the city.

creating new small moments

at midnight in a perfect world.