New York City

There's a feeling of raw scale to New York you don't feel in California.

The volume, the height, the magnitude.

Older, bolder, grander, heavier, louder.

Solidity, cynicism, pragmatism, all somehow cradled in enough optimism to support millions of dreams.

The sharp attitudes of industry ricocheting off the smooth structures of modernity.

The grit of the streets canopied by terraces floating just high enough to blur the imperfection below into a romantic concept.

The homeless, the priceless, the unknown and the well-known, all within a few breaths.

A cosmos of man-made lights reflecting nature's from above.