It was the Friday before the Super Bowl when I snapped this shot heading toward Times Square. The sign drawing fans to Super Bowl Boulevard looms large on a billboard above Dave & Busters. Manhattan bustles as expected throughout the day. Cabs, work vehicles and the M42 are the only vehicles on the road and everyone is off to somewhere. In contrast, I stood oddly in the street, protected by a red light, snapping pictures of all the commotion. Of course, no one cares. It’s New York, it makes you feel small, unimportant. It demands that you show and announce yourself; I was hiding behind my camera, invisible.
The most memorable event this weekend, of course was when the Seattle Seahawks (my hometown team) destroyed the Broncos. They beat them up and down the field, in every single aspect of the game. They were totally dominant. They announced themselves to New York, New Jersey, to the United States. A team of underdogs, all with something to prove, and to prove collectively.
That season-culminating event now over, everyone is back to doing it for themselves, staking out a corner of this monstrosity of an island.
Nikon D800, AF-S Nikkor 24-70mm f/2.8G ED
@ 62mm, f/6.3, 1/160s, ISO 200