Manhattan. Skyscraper National Park. Kurt Vonnegut probably said it cynically, but there is some peace and grandeur in these monolithic hulks of metal. Amidst throngs of people buzzing and pressing and plowing past me on the street level, I tilted my camera upwards. It’s quieter up there. I hiked 100 blocks, looking above me toward a silent forest of silver towers.
Seven rolls of film later, I finished my journey, hundreds of these giants immortalized, and tucked away in my pockets.
