South of Houston St. and the smell of taxi leather

Many of my days in the summer of '14 were spent retraining my eye to see the world through my camera. For too long I became overly concerned with the technical side of photography and forgot what I enjoyed about it. In order to see as much of the people that make up this rock surrounded by water, I took routes new to me. Sometimes at the end of the line, and other times at the early hours of the morning. Some many rolls later, I was able to come away with a few images from May through August.