In lieu of Stonehenge, there's Manhattanhenge. The phenomenon occurs in May and July and New Yorkers and tourists alike LOVE it. Yet despite my physical presence in the city in May I did not make it out. It was too cloudy to see anything, so come July I was not about to miss it again.
It was 5 before eight when I pranced past 10th street heading up to 14th. Once I reached The New School, I set up shop - here was where I would see the sunset. As I waited for the sun to hit the perfect spot, I realized I should be walking. I was NOT in the perfect spot. I needed to be as close to the water as possible.
Leaving my New School crew, I found Manhattanhenge. In actuality, it is a gorgeous sunset. The sun is exactly in the center of the street and after looking at the ball of light through my lens, my eyes were most definitely affected. But something wasn't affected, the buildings. The sad lack of light shining upon both facades on the north and south of the street had me wondering, had I seen Manhattanedge? Although I was there for well over 30 minutes, I questioned - like a California earthquake - was that it?
The show draws massive crowds to the streets and the phones, iPads, and DSLRs come out to play. But to see the effect we all read about, you need either an HDR image or a heavily filtered image. But don't let that diminish the henge, the henge of all henges of today. It didn't change me, but I wouldn't miss it if me and the city ever line up on that day again.