New York at night holds a seductive allure.
The landscape changes as the shadows, colors and shapes morph into grays and oranges and the reflection of traffic light reds, yellows and greens dance on the city’s bumpy streets.
The Chinatown bustle, normally a cacophony of vendors shouting to be heard above the ruckus of trucks and people dims into a lonely hum.
In darkness, the neighborhood’s empty streets double in population as the shadows of late night walkers glide over the icy sidewalk.
The below photos were taken last weekend – from train to town to train.
It amazes me when the roar of quiet overcomes Chinatown’s din and leaves night’s whispering romance in its wake.
