Moments of solitude exist in New York City. These are the moments that I photograph.
It is true that Manhattan comes to life after sunset. New York roars when other cities yawn. But late at night, it is possible to be alone. Streets become a quiet refuge. Dimmed skyscrapers slip seamlessly into the night sky. Central Park transforms into a sanctuary of solitude.
The urban night gives me the chance to escape the crush of anonymity that defines city life -- it offers the opportunity to reclaim my individuality. When I am alone among streets and bridges and skyscrapers and parks, they somehow become mine, and mine alone. I lay claim to them, possess them, if only for a brief moment in time. These are the moments that confirm my individuality, my authorship, my place.