“I too lived-Brooklyn of ample hills, was mine. I too walk’d the streets of Manhattan Island, and bathed in the waters around it; I too felt the curious abrupt questioning stir within me, in the day, among crowds of people, sometimes they came upon me, in my walks home late at night, or as I lay in my bed, they came upon me.” – Walt Whitman
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The city pulses. It moves with the steady beat of commerce, music, ipods, horns, banter, NYPD sirens, the hopes and prayers of a post 9/11 community, feet hitting pavement, foreign tongues melding together, lights, water, celebrity, lonely vagrants, panhandlers, sax performers, hip-hop performers, Broadway, jugglers, crazies, demonstrators, sea gulls, the clanging of dishes in Little Italy restaurants, and the Ellis Island Ferry, gracing the harbor like a symbolic promise. Like Woody Allen’s character Isaac in the film “Manhattan”, I have quite fallen in love with New York City. It was only four days but I felt quite alive and deliciously swallowed up in its arms that have welcomed so many dreamers. The ‘Big Apple’ is rich with culture, at peace with individuality, a symbol of strength in the face of danger and, both through my eyes and through the lens of a camera, amazingly, startlingly, irrefutably BEAUTIFUL .