The Space Between Sirens

New York is never really quiet.
There is always another voice, another footstep, another siren somewhere in the distance. The city keeps moving, whether you follow or not.
And yet, between all of it, small moments appear.
A face in a crowd. Light falling between buildings. Someone waiting. Someone leaving.
Nothing spectacular.
Just New York being New York.
These are some of the moments I try to catch.