As the sun goes down over New York you can feel a change coming over the city. It’s not that the city awakens because as we all know, it never truly sleeps. It’s more like a mood change. If you put a soundtrack to it, it wouldn’t be a full symphony orchestra or an operatic aria. It would a lone whining saxophone filling the gray night air (think an abstraction from The Love Supreme); much different than the frantic piano piece of the hectic work day. (think Flight of the Bumble Bee) It’s the sound of the endless possibility of victory, defeat, or both. When the night falls over New York City anything can happen and usually does.
Susan Vermillion Woods says
Fantastic collection as always.
Mark Giarrusso says
Thanks Susan!
Crystal Walton says
The common becomes extraordinary when seen through the eyes of an artist.
Mark Giarrusso says
Crystal, you forever flatter me. Thank you. I am honored.
Galaxy Eyes says
Inspiring photographs and a beautifully written text.
Great work, Mark!
Mark Giarrusso says
Thank you Anna!!!