Belvedere Castle towered above the pond like an ancient sentinel, its grey granite walls standing strong against the vivid green of the lush foliage that surrounded it.
The tall and majestic 'Glory of Commerce' statue atop the 42nd Street facade of Grand Central Terminal stood proud in the early afternoon warmth.
The Avenue of the Americas Fountain is alive with wonderful Christmas decorations, the red balls become a beacon of festive cheer in the heart of the city.
A fisherman relaxes on a weathered bench seat, his chest exposed to the midday sun. He is watching a helicopter making its way towards the towering Empire State Building.
The sun is blazing down on the Flatiron Building in Manhattan, New York City, setting the scene for this wonderful photograph.
The Vessel stood among the skyscrapers of the magnificent Hudson Yards redevelopment on the west side of Manhattan. The glass towers rose up around it piercing the beautiful azure sky.
On the West 42nd Street skyline, glass towers pierced the sky with their beauty, reflecting the soft sunlight that managed to filter through the clouds.
The One World Trade Center stood tall, an omnipresent reminder of the greatness of the human spirit in the face of tragedy.
The night had a strange luminescence over Manhattan which looked like an ethereal painting from the Brooklyn Bridge.
The Manhattan skyline glows in a brilliant golden haze, the glittering lights creating an ever-shifting backdrop of beauty. The East River churns and roils beneath the cityscape.
The pedestrians shuffled off the ferry and made their way to the West pier of the Brooklyn Bridge. The sky was a mottled mix of white and blue, the setting sun illuminating the area in a warm, golden glow.
The majestic entrance of the Brooklyn Public Library Central Branch is a stunning sight to behold. The grand columns reach for the sky, decorated with gilded relief carvings.
This photograph of terraced homes in Brooklyn is a kaleidoscope of dazzling hues. The sun blazes fiercely, its rays piercing through the cloudless sky.
Tristan Eaton painted an unforgettable tribute to Audrey Hepburn that electrified her image with a mix of vivid hues, intricate patterns, and cultural themes.
The sun's light streamed down, illuminating the landscape and painting everything in its path in vibrant hues of orange, pink, and lavender, and creating a dazzling backdrop for the iconic Brooklyn Bridge.
The Bryant Park lawn was washed in the afternoon sunlight, casting a golden hue on the people scattered throughout the park. Tables and chairs had been scattered around the lawn.
The sky was a spectacular explosion of oranges, pinks, and blues. It was one of those sunsets that captured your breath, and the sheer beauty of its hues cast a spell over the city.
The snow had been falling steadily all morning, coating the park with a blanket of white. As the light of the winter day slowly crept in from above, Central Park came to life in a fairytale-like transformation.
The night sky over Manhattan was alive with a dazzling display of lights and colors. Times Square, the epicenter of it all, shone like an incandescent beacon in the heart of the city.
The evening air is crisp and Central Park is cloaked in shadow, except for a few rays of golden light illuminating the trees, which still hold to their glorious autumnal coats.
Umpire Rock stood in the foreground like the disciple Peter, a tower of strength around which this great city rose from an early trading post founded on the southern tip of Manhattan Island.
The sky opened up, revealing an unforgettable sight. The majestic Statue of Liberty towered above Fort Wood, with a tumultuous backdrop of ominous clouds lurking in the horizon.
The Bethesda Terrace structure is a breathtaking sight, the ceiling made of glimmering tiles that shine with a bronze hue under the accent lighting.
The Empire State Building rose up into the heavens, an imposing monument among the vast cityscape of Manhattan. On this beautiful late afternoon, the sun shimmered off the buildings.
The Pierre, A Taj Hotel, was aglow in the sunlight reflecting off the Central Park Pond. The azure sky was crisscrossed with thin wispy clouds, while trees lined the banks of the pond's edge.
The Maid of the Mist VII sat proudly in the huge aquamarine waters of Niagara Falls, its upper deck full with awestruck passengers. They were bewitched by the thundering roar and iconic mist.
On a sun-soaked day in New York City, an officer of the mounted police brigade sat on a bench, whispering gentle endearments to his horse. The two of them were both seemingly in a blissful trance.
The Alexander Hamilton U.S. Custom House, a grand building that adds to the diverse tapestry of the great city of New York, stands tall and proud.
The Empire State Building, its upper steps brilliantly illuminated in blue, stood majestically in the foreground, its steeple piercing the sky in a heroic salute.
Prometheus, the titan, the giant of Greek mythology, was standing boldly in the middle of the Rockefeller Center, the golden statue, surrounded by a fountain.
The four-sided clock and information kiosk stand as sentinels of Grand Central Terminal, a beacon to the millions of commuters and tourists that traverse its halls annually.
The Sabrett Hot Dogs vendors are nothing less than iconic symbols of New York City's street food culture, embodying the city's bustling atmosphere, diverse culinary offerings, and fast-paced lifestyle.
The sun descended slowly, a glowing orange orb in the sky, painting the heavens in brilliant waves of radiant, fiery hues that shifted from orange to crimson as it descended.
Art is a powerful force that brings us closer to one another and provides a profound way to express, connect with, and learn about ourselves. It never stops pushing us past our boundaries of emotion and intellect.
The grandeur of St. Patrick's Cathedral was almost overwhelming. Even standing outside the imposing walls, visitors could feel the spiritual presence emanating from within.
The sky above Times Square shimmered with a brilliant, almost celestial radiance. All around, the bright neon billboards and captivating marquees illuminated the bustling urban scene.
The air was still and the night was thick as the Sabrett Hot Dog vendor worked diligently, his bright lights providing a beacon in the darkness. He hummed softly to himself as he went about his work.
The night sky hangs over the Lower Manhattan skyline like a canopy of stars, a blanket of luminous iridescence that illuminates the Brooklyn Bridge Park and its iconic piles.
The day was drawing to a close, and the sky above Manhattan had transformed from a tranquil aquamarine blue to an incandescent pink.
The Fall season had swept in a grand kaleidoscope of colors. The park was alive with every hue possible, the trees proudly displaying bursts of golden, auburn, and deep brown.
The afternoon sun glinted off the still waters of the Harlem River and the South Bronx Oak Point Link rail track snaked beneath the 145th Street Bridge.
The Jacob Wrey Mould fountain stood at the southern end of the park, its cruciform top silhouetted against the night sky and framed by the park lamps in the background.