Looking East towards where the Towers stood, and now all the memorials emerge.The creation of sacred space, manifesting itself upon the water. Vantage points rising at water’s edges. I stand on the footbridge to Liberty. A year ago, Sandy’s flood waters blew out the dilapidated footbridge that used to barely cross this Canal. Now sturdier, more resilient, I look to the East with reverence. Basking in the reverential light of sunset as the sun sets beyond the highway overpass to the West. Her last kisses reflect off the light of glass panes of Lower Manhattan.
Ironwork, Ships, and geese gird the marina. I pause and take this picture.