I hit the ground running when I got back home from New York City a couple of weeks ago. I'm just now getting around to processing the film and looking through all the photos I made while walking the streets of lower and midtown Manhattan. There are three things I did a lot of while I was in New York City: met a bunch of very creative and interesting people, drank lots of Ketel One, and walked my ass off. It was during my seemingly endless walks that I would search for pieces of the city that I could bring home with me in photographs. I didn't know exactly what I was looking for. It was a vague craving for something that would move me in a different way. I had six days to take it all in and I was damn sure going to try to take as much of it home with me as I could. I posted this tweet to Twitter as I wandered down yet another street that I'd never been down before:

Last night here. Wandering around in a futile attempt to take it all back home with me.

Greedy, I know. I wanted to soak up and bring back so much of New York City that I wouldn't miss it as much as I have after leaving it in the past. In the end these photographs, and the countless others still on the contact sheets, have been a wistful reminder of my rambles around lower Manhattan. They capture exactly what I saw and experienced, even if I'm still not sure what I was looking for.