These 10 New York Photo Galleries contain some of the best photographic representations of New York around. I searched through an incredible 17,000 images to carefully select these photographs. It took quite a lot of time and energy to compile and organize them, and to add captions that bring each photo more meaning. They offer an overview of the city, but also provide ideas for people who don't know it well, offering insight into potential places to visit. So they act as excellent guides for tourists and natives alike.
The Coney Island Parachute Jump Tower, a beloved New York City landmark, stood majestically in the fading twilight.
The Alfred E. Smith, a former FDNY fireboat, bobs in the Hudson River below the grand vista of Tribeca, Battery Park City and the iconic skyscrapers of lower Manhattan.
The Unisphere loomed large in the center of Flushing Meadows-Corona Park, surrounded by the shimmering waters of the pool. The sun shone brightly above and bathed the sculpture in a glowing light.
St. Patrick's Cathedral is a sight to behold, magnificently framed in the morning light. The pointed arches echo like whispers through the shadows as you follow them towards the high altar and Lady Chapel.
The Verrazano Narrows Bridge basked in the golden orange light of the setting sun, its long span stretching like a bridge of polished gold.
Standing atop Fort Wood on Liberty Island, the ancient patina of the Lady of Liberty gave her an almost mythical quality as she looked out across the harbor.
Central Park looked different in the late fall; the pathways were illuminated in a dull, wan light, and the air had a heavy, melancholic feeling.
The face of Lady Liberty was cast in the soft blue hue of the evening sky, the white halo of her regal crown amplified by the spotlights on the island below.
The Statue of Liberty stood tall atop Fort Wood, her torch aflame and her crown illuminated from within. The patina of the statue seemed to glow in the evening light.
The USS Intrepid Aircraft Carrier looms on the serene Hudson River, its tower brilliantly illuminated with stripes of red, white and purple.
The sun was shining brightly over lower Manhattan, and a glorious azure sky with a wonderful cloud belt on the horizon completed the scene. The Battery Park area was in the foreground, and the One World Trade Center rose up behind it.
The sky hung over the city like a shroud, a blanket of darkness unspooling from the east. The East River was now a black abyss.
The sculpture's sweeping wings seemed to reach out beyond the boundaries of the station, the gleaming white a vivid contrast to the somber grey of the memorial's reflecting pools.
The sun was shining brightly in the sky, its light casting a warm glow on the brownstone in the Williamsburg neighborhood of Brooklyn.
The Statue of Liberty stood tall and proud in the harbor of New York City, a gift from the people of France to the people of the United States and a powerful symbol of freedom.
The yellow cabs crept along Broadway, past the bustling crowds and marquee signs and neon billboards of W44th street and Times Square.
The sky had gradually transitioned from deep blue to white and then a fiery orange hue, ushering in dusk over the city that never sleeps.
The sun was setting over the great borough of Manhattan, painting the sky with its majestic hues of orange and pink.
The afternoon sun shone brightly in a cloudless sky, the air crisp and clear. People had gathered at the Josephine Shaw Lowell Memorial Fountain in Bryant Park, near the heart of midtown Manhattan.
The couple walked in step, their footfalls echoing gracefully on the pedestrian deck of the Brooklyn Bridge.
The majestic Empire State Building stood tall and proud in the heart of New York City, a behemoth art deco structure that seemed to stretch up into the clouds.
The 7-line subway train snaked its way through Queens, the morning sun bathing its buildings in a beautiful golden light.
The first snowfall in New York came late in the evening, and with it a transformation of the city into a magical winter wonderland.
The sun had risen over the Manhattan Bridge, and its morning light illuminated the view of its pier, framing the Empire State Building between the two legs of its tower as if it were a masterpiece created by a great artist.
The cold winter chill had descended on Central Park, and a heavy dusting of snow covered the ground like a smooth blanket.
The sun shone brightly in the sky above the Queensboro Bridge on that beautiful summer morning, casting its light on the cyclists below.
The Plaza Hotel and other buildings of midtown Manhattan rose into the night sky like majestic fortresses, their light twinkling in the night like so many stars.
The yellow cabs of New York weaved through the streets of East Manhattan, carrying their passengers past 280 Park Avenue.
The epic 42nd Street facade of Grand Central Terminal in Manhattan shines, the Beaux-Arts style a masterpiece of classic beauty. At its apex is the Glory of Commerce.
The Vessel gleamed against the Hudson's backdrop, an otherworldly sight amidst the hustle and bustle of the city. It was an interactive sculpture, soaring 150 feet into the sky.
The lone figure in the background is shrouded in a sense of despair and loss. They stand before an enormous memorial, teeming with brass plaques that display the names of the victims of September 11, 2001.
The Bethesda Terrace, a timeless structure, is located in Central Park. It is one of the most visited places in the Park and is a popular spot to take a break from the hustle and bustle of the city.
Gucci is a powerhouse of Italian luxury fashion, radiating powerful design statements with iconic double G logos and precise craftsmanship.
The Vessel stood tall and proud in the center of the bustling Hudson Yards development, a gleaming copper facade and multi-layered terraces creating a beautiful interactive sculpture.
The snow was falling thick and fast, transforming Central Park into a winter wonderland. The sky, though grey and heavy, had a certain magical quality to it.
Deputy Chief Joseph Curry stood amidst the rubble of the World Trade Center Twin Towers. Across the vast expanse of destruction, the remnants of a once proud city skyline still visible in the smoldering abyss.
The Manhattan skyline was a majestic sight, stretching out far and wide in the early morning light. At the center of it all was the One World Trade Center, gleaming in its grandeur.
The Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum Main Gallery was located on Manhattan's Museum Mile. On this particular day, the sun had cast a golden glow over the scene.
The sky over Manhattan was aglow in a fiery orange-pink hue, the sun slipping slowly below the horizon. A single cloud had gathered above the Empire State Building's mooring mast.
The Oculus Wings of the One World Trade Center transportation hub rose majestically above the surface of the National September 11 Memorial & Museum.
The vibrant colors of Easter filled the air as four ladies stood in front of St. Patrick's Cathedral in New York City. They were dressed in their finest bonnets and dresses.
The muted light of the sun danced across the ribs of the Oculus Transportation Hub in Manhattan, filtering down to the cavernous atrium below.