New York’s empty streets.

As I stepped out into the crisp New York air, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. The city that never slept, had finally succumbed to the pandemic grasp.  The once -busting streets were now desolate and eerily silent.   I wandered through the empty sidewalks. My camera slung over my shoulder. Every step fell like a journey through a ghost town.

The skyscrapers loomed above their windows, like empty eyes, staring back. I snapped photos of the abandoned streets, the shatter clicks echoing off the buildings. A chill ran down my spine as I capture the surreal landscape. The city’s energy was gone, replaced by unsettling stillness.

In Time Square The bright billboards seem to mock the emptiness. The silence was deafening, a stark contrast to the usual cacophony. I took a photo of the lone street performer, his mask a poignant reminder of the new reality. As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the deserted streets, I felt a pang of sadness. This wasn’t the New York I knew and loved. But even if the midst of pandemic induced isolation, the city’s resilience shone through.

I continue to capture the citie`s eerie beauty, my camera a witness to this unprecedented moment in history, and as I walk, the silence began to feel less oppressive replaced by a sense of hope and resilience. This was New York in quarantine a city transformed but not Defeated.