Let me tell you about that first night I spent in New York. We arrived late in the afternoon to the most gorgeous fog. I had to hold myself back from just leaving the car on some midtown avenue and running out into the streets with my camera. We arrived at the hotel, parked the car, and gulped down some sandwiches. There were only about 90 minutes left before sunset, so we nearly ran to Central Park, which, thankfully, was close to our hotel. [This is where I have to thank the partners of photographers who have to put with this kind of thing when they kindly agree to come along on these trips.]
New York City, and particularly Central Park, is perfectly enchanting in the fog. And as the evening progressed, it got more and more magical as the sky turned from pale gray to a gorgeous pinky-purple. We stayed in the park until after sunset and then ventured out into the streets for some night photography and a well-deserved glass of wine. I felt so contented that I would have been happy even if I didn't get to take another photograph the remainder of our stay. But, of course, that didn't happen ...
P.S. I'm having trouble deciding on my favorite of the last two shots (the taxi cab lights). If you prefer one over the other, let me know. It'll help me decide which to make available as a print in my shops.
I've been to New York a number of times, but never in the spring. You never know what kind of weather you'll get, and we got a bit of everything: fog, a gorgeous summer-like day, cold and rain. Luckily, some trees were already in bloom and the blossoms added such fabulous texture and color. My camera just ate it all up.