You could have expected it- a night shot of downtown- the bottom where the island tapers and tapers and then ends. It looks like it drops off into the black night.

One of- what- thousands and thousands of pictures of the New York City skyline at night?

But how many people have stood within a few centimeters of where I stood- there in Hoboken- at the same time of night? How many at the same point in the season- nevermind the weather?

We are- each of us- living lives that will eventually dissolve into the great history of humanity- leaving no trace. But our lives are still our own and different in the light or angle or subtle textures. A second perfect flower doesn't minimize the beauty of the first- a field of flowers needs no defense.