Sometimes the best way to see a place is to go outside of it and then look in. I’d say that principle has a much broader reach in our lives. But, for now, let’s just go to Hoboken, NJ and take a look at Manhattan.
For New Yorkers, this is our mountain range. These are our peaks. We spend our days in the canyons, in the caves, exploring every interesting nook and every new artifact. But, when you look upon the mountain range from afar you realize all you have, as well as all you’ve given up.
I always thought “light pollution” was a ridiculous term until I moved here. How much do we gain by living in a city where you can buy virtually anything anytime of night and day? And how much do we lose by not seeing the star-lit sky? By not being able to tag along with Orion on his great hunt across the cosmos. To read the fascinating stories of Perseus and Cassiopeia and so many others without being able to see the stars that inspired them? Our connection to the Greek classics is reduced to two-dollar gyros on street carts.
It’s up to you to answer how much you lose or gain by living in Manhattan. So we don’t have the stars. But have you seen how beautiful all the lights reflecting off the water can be? Have you seen the twinkling angels at Rockefeller Center during Christmas? Maybe your inspiration comes from these man-made stars too. And trips from inside the mountain out can provide the balance to appreciate both. What an adventurous journey that would be.
(By the way this shot was taken with a self timer, so that’s me on the railing. Hi.)