Manhattan. Late in the day. Concrete dominates the visual field. Beneath the highway, the city’s pulse continues above — but down here, everything slows.
The sound of traffic is muted, distant, like breath behind a wall. Light falls flat.
Along the Hudson, torn construction tarps open like voids. Through them: dark shapes, uncertain figures, or maybe just wind. Eyes, or the illusion of being watched.
In this dense metropolis, constantly in motion, the photograph holds a rare fracture — a moment of stillness.
Ghost reveals what we rarely see in New York: absence. A fragment of silence in a city addicted to movement. A presence that may not be real — yet lingers in the frame.
Limited edition of 3 — signed & numbered
New York 2009