Manhattan Sun

I will exchange a city for a sunset,

The tramp of legions for a wind's wild cry;

And all the braggart thrusts of steel triumphant

For one far summit, blue against the sky.

 

{ From the poem "Barter" by Marie Blake }

 

 

Revisiting New York. I've taken hundreds of images from my trip. Time to let loose a few more.

Done