iamnor

After a week steeped in packet captures and threat models, trading the glow of a terminal for the grit of pavement was exactly the reset I didn’t know I needed. March in New York City offered that rarest of gifts—temperate days, crisp air, and skies so clear they felt unreal. With just my Canon R5 in hand, I wandered without agenda, letting the city speak in contrast and texture.

There’s something deeply honest about black and white photography. It strips the noise—much like good security architecture—down to its essentials: light, shadow, and intent. These images aren’t about perfection. They’re about presence. The unexpected geometry of scaffolding, the kinetic energy of crosswalks, the silent stares on busy sidewalks, and the rarefied smiles. Each frame is a little packet of humanity, captured in transit.

This gallery is a love letter to the in-between moments of a city that never stops broadcasting. Thanks for tuning in.