2008 was the year my teenage self truly discovered photography, spending my first ever pay cheque on a nicer camera and taking photos of everything I could, namely sunsets and my cat, Tilly. This coincided with the year my uncle took me to America for a three-state road trip starting and ending in New York City, where I filled my memory card with images of this continent I’d heard so much about but never before discovered. 16-year old Cherrie was yet to realise the importance of backing up photos, but I recently opened the time capsule of my old Flickr account and the memories of that fabulous trip abroad flooded back.
I know it’s not Europe, it’s the most amateurest of amateur photography, and it’s seven years old, but I’m sharing it anyway. And it would be great to have your feedback!
Has New York City changed a whole lot since 2008? In what ways?