Somewhere, Walt Whitman is smiling:
From “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry“:
FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face;
Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! I see you also face to face.
Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes! how curious you are to me!
On the ferry-boats, the hundreds and hundreds that cross, returning home, are more curious to me than you suppose;
And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence, are more to me, and more in my meditations, than you might suppose.
The lovely photo is by Nicole Bengiveno of the NY Times. And the waterfall is courtesy of gravity, the East River and Olafur Eilasson.