As a city dweller I always thought I was used to living near big buildings and enjoyed being around them. But New York is a whole different ball game. Buildings are so tall that sometimes you have a clear blue sky but have to go in search of the sun in the shady skyscraper lined streets.
Tourists as a result are easily distinguishable – they are the ones looking up. It seems for the most part I can pull of blase city dweller, crossing roads with reckless abandon, walking around without stopping to check maps and re direct, having that extra fuel in my step that confidently states I am on my way and I know where I am going. However I couldn’t help myself but to look up. And boy was I rewarded. New York has some of the most beautiful ceilings I have ever seen. Yes they’re no Sistine chapel, but they’re a hell of a lot quieter, less touristy and categorically underrated. Which means looking up is a real joy. You feel like you are sharing a secret in the beauty of the place that for the most part goes unnoticed. It is like in the Dead Poets Society where John Keating says “ I stand upon my desk to remind myself that we must constantly look at things in a different way.” And it really is true. Looking up gives you a whole new perspective and opens a door to visual treats that go by undiscovered.
With this in mind why not try looking up when you are living out your usual routine. You never know what you might find.
Here is what I saw when I looked up.