Urban Solitude

A year ago, I moved away from a sleepy North Carolina beach town to the most densely populated city in the United States. To be upfront, I am no New Yorker-- I don’t even reside in one of the Five Boroughs. I live on the west side of the Hudson River in New Jersey, a nine-minute ferry ride from the madness.

Like many introverts, I strive to create personal time and space outside of my work life. The further away from people and the more embedded in nature, the better. It’s in these moments of solitude I find reprieve from the never-ending to-do lists, the calendar invites, and the overdue responses.

Over the course of the last year, I’ve found my most trusted outlet is by way of a bike and immersed in the endless pavement of New York. Although I’m not much of a city person, I've learned that, with the appropriate amount of noise cancellation, moments of serenity can be found within the skyscraper maze of Lower Manhattan.

These are all images captured during my search for a fraction of urban solitude.