Even in New York, there are a lot of very attractive girls pedaling around. That just happens to be one of the nice sights in our city, seeing a young woman on a bike.
I never realised that the Edinburgh skyline was so interesting - it's gothic and very urban and there's a lot of church spires and old brownstone buildings.
On Melbourne summer mornings the green trams go rolling in stately progress down tunnels thick with leaves: the bright air carries along the avenue their patient chime, the chattering of their wheels.
Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.
That New York energy, when you've got the benefit of great weather, it really is terrific. You look up at that skyline, and the Empire State Building is literally in your eyesight - there's nothing like that.
The streets of New York are entirely man-made and unmistakably that, so you feel as though you're on some sort of presentation platform whenever you're out on the streets.
I don't like landscapes. I like cities. Lots of cities. I like buildings. I like streets.
In the swirling rain that came at dusk the broad avenue glistened with that deep bluish tint which is so widely condemned when it is put into pictures.
I love walking around and grabbing coffee and sitting in a park and people watching… I love Greenwich Village.
I always enjoy Oslo. It's a beautiful city, especially on a cold winter day.
I can't get enough of London! I love all the picnic benches, the old-school phone booths and parks in the middle of the city.
the garbage cans and mailboxes on the sidewalk would stay the same, but the people would be just a beautiful blur of motion.
It's kind of beautiful to sit inside a bus and see a city from the windows.
On the long dusty ribbon of the long city street, The pageant of life is passing me on multitudinous feet, With a word here of the hills, and a song there of the sea And-the great movement changes-the pageant passes me.
I like to walk around Manhattan, catching glimpses of its wild life, the pigeons and cats and girls.
New Orleans has these older orange lightbulbs, which are really gorgeous. But the main thing that stands out is actually the Superdome.
... the random talk of people who have no chance of immortality and thus can speak their minds out has a setting, often, of lights, streets, houses, human beings, beautiful or grotesque, which will weave itself into the moment for ever.
In the cold morning the rested street stands up To greet the clerk who saunters down the world.
What the Londoner sees in his mind's eye is that cluster of towers and pinnacles seen from Pentonville Hill and outlined against a foggy sunset, and the great arc of Barlow's train shed gaping to devour incoming engines, and the sudden burst of exuberant Gothic of the hotel seen from gloomy Judd Street.
I've always been drawn to city skylines.
I've always liked street lights, and I've always photographed them. I probably have a collection of two to three thousand photographs of them, just around the city, mainly at night.
Left Bank Astana was beautiful at night, each building, it seemed, with its own nighttime color scheme and the street lamps all going full blast.
I love the whole futuristic landscape of dark, rainy neon, the mix of Eastern and Western cultures and the beautiful shots of the flying cars.
For whatever reason I love big-city skylines. I've always been fascinated by them.
He found that he had this sudden desperate longing for the fuming, smoky streets of Ankh-Morpork, which was always at its best in the spring, when the gummy sheen on the turbid waters of the Ankh River had a special iridescence and the eaves were full of birdsong, or at least birds coughing rhythmically
