The view to Midtown and the Empire State Building from Morton Street in the West Village.
I finally had a chance to head out at night, if for only a bit, to take a few shots of the moon. Without a long lens I had to fit it into a scene. Here, among all of the lights of 14th street, mini moons in their own right, the real moon looms overhead.
Walking home I came upon these tourists lost at the north end of Union Square. Nothing to do with the moon, just liked the shot. Although I’d like to imagine the guy telling his wife, “I don’t know, honey, this says the moon should be right around here.”