I really don't want to come home. Seriously. I walked up from Battery Park to midtown but stopped off at the WTC site. It's changed a lot over the last few years but there is still a silence there that cannot be defined. I was wandering through the conduit in the Financial Centre and stopped for a moment. I heard a particularly mournful saxophone being played but then realised there was no tune, only random notes. It then hit me that it wasn't a sax but a noise coming off the metal work. I like to think that it was the voices of those lost, still trying to remind us and communicate but it was more scientific than that I guess.
Anyway, as an aside, this image would make David Lynch proud. This is situated off Roosevelt Island.
I have too many pics to process! Hopefully I shall get them processed and Pshopped over the next couple of weeks. Flying home tomorrow.