Kate Doyle

In the wee hours of a cold morning in February, I was in the back of a cab hurtling down the West Side Highway to Newark Airport to catch a plane out for a work trip. Felt reluctant to leave my beloved NYC. Snapped this out the window on the fly and it came with me to keep me company. I like the austerity of the darkened Empire State Bldg under the wisp of a moon, as the sky fades in. No news. Just New York.